Slam Intro

The camera opens backstage in the parking lots of the Sovereign Bank Arena as Doctor Remus Micayle standing besides his Audi A5, already dressed in his ring attire. His WCF Tag Team Championship is draped over his shoulder, looking as cool as the other side of the pillow. However, the Scientist’s countenance is anything but; the man is screaming rather vociferously into his iPhone, which he has clasped tightly in his hand.

Doctor Remus Micayle: What the earth do you mean you can only send ONE more guy down? One more!? I asked for SEVEN more! Listen here chowderhead, I am not holding a carnival there, you understand me? This is a matter of the GRAVEST IMPORTANCE, and despite my more-than-generous compensation, this is how you reward me? ME!? The great Doctor Remus Micayle!?

The hurried chatter of a person speaking on the other side is picked up by the camera. He (or she) sounds incredibly frantic, no doubt trying his (or her) best to placate Micayle. But it is apparent that whatever is entering Micayle’s ears does not interest him in the slightest. His frown growing larger by the second, Micayle cuts off the speaker rudely.

Remus Micayle: No. NO! Forget it, I’m done with your pathetic little group. The next time I decide to hire help, I’m going to someone who knows how to respect their highest benefactor. Goodbye - and may your house burn down in a fire!

Scowling, the Scientist brings down the phone and taps on the end call function, before turning to his right. The camera similarly pans in that direction, only to reveal three tall, heavily built men - towering over even the six foot five inch Micayle. They are all dressed in black, and wear similar expressions of apathy. No doubt they are the ‘help’ Micayle has enlisted. His eyes narrowing in distaste, Micayle folds his arms, before addressing the trio.

Remus Micayle: When you three return, let your loon of a boss know that he has lost his highest-paying customer. If you lot have any business acumen at all, you best leave that idiot and join another protection agency.

A soft assent can be heard, before unintelligible murmuring is heard from the men. Micayle waves his hand wildly before them to regain their attention.

Remus Micayle: Hey, hey, hey! Minds back here, muscle. I need you to listen.

Six dull eyes snap back to the Scientist.

Remus Micayle: I want all three of you to follow Alexander Richards around tonight. The fool is a waste of American taxpayer dollars and a stain on the greater fabric of society. My tolerance for the lemon has reached its zenith, and it’s about high time he knows the price of crossing the Scientist. He’ll finally understand why Remus Micayle has been so successful in life, and why he’s forever destined to rot in the carcass of his fledgling career. I take his pride this week, and next week… I’ll make sure he walks out of Ultimate Showdown sans his Hardcore Championship.

Micayle looks into each man’s eyes, ire apparent in own orbs.

Remus Micayle: But here’s the kicker. Don’t engage him, don’t insult him, don’t do anything at all. Or at least… not until I give you the sign to. Despite his lack of intelligence, the idiot can defend himself. I have no desire to pay your families a visit to tell them their husband, father, son, or boyfriend has died in the line of duty. So remember… no contact whatsoever until I say so.

He smiles faintly. A malicious expression, if anything. Micayle turns his back to the camera and strides out of the carpark, leaving the three hired goons behind. The scene then fades to black as Slam goes back to the arena, ready for the next match on the card - Doctor Remus Micayle versus Biohazard - ...or the World Champion!

Steve Orbit Segment


The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Watch the Throne hits the PA. Pink strobelights flash throughout the arena and pink lasers swirl among the crowd.

Zach Davis: The World Champion is here!

Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp with the World Title around his waist. He's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, with tons of jewelry. He slowly struts to the ring, slapping hands with the fans.

Erin Robbins: Steve Orbit defends the World Title tonight, live on Slam, against none other than the Face of Treachery, LOGAN.

Orbit uses the steps to enter the ring and slowly makes his way to the center. The crowd is still on their feet, cheering. He takes a mic from a ringhand.

Zach Davis: Let's hear what he has to say.

Erin Robbins: I'm so sick of this loser. Wah, wah, always whining.

Orbit attempts to speak but he's cut off by OR-BIT chants. The camera pans to show many crowd signs supporting Steve Orbit. After a few more moments, Orbit finally speaks.

Steve Orbit: Ultimate Showdown is next week.

The crowd explodes. They love Ultimate Showdown!

Steve Orbit: Ultimate Showdown is next week, and I am GOING into Ultimate Showdown AS the World Champion.

The crowd pops again. Screw Logan!

Steve Orbit: Not only that... I am LEAVING Ultimate Showdown, AS the World Champion.

The crowd explodes once again. OR-BIT chants.

Steve Orbit: I ain't sayin' it's gonna be easy. I ain't gonna stand here and tell you that I am looking forward to Ultimate Showdown. I'm not. I love being the World Champion-- I love representing WCF, and most importantly, representing all of you.

Orbit points out to the crowd. They pop.

Steve Orbit: First things first, though. That's next week. This week, Seth has booked me to defend the World Title against the five time World Champion-- Logan.

The crowd boos.

Steve Orbit: It's all good though. It is. Because while this week may not be easy, I'ma go ahead and beat Logan and retain my title. I'ma do it because I have to. And then I'ma go to Ultimate Showdown, and I'ma beat NINE other men in the biggest Ultimate Showdown match in history, because I am the World Champion and WHO GON STOP ME!

The crowd pops for his theme music reference.

Zach Davis: This crowd is clearly behind Steve Orbit!

Steve is about to move onto his next point when “Feels Good Inc.” by Gorillaz hits the PA system and all eyes go to the arena’s entrance where out steps Natural ICE Beckman. The crowd reacts with a mixed reaction that begins to turn to more and more Boos the longer ICE stands at the entrance with his chin held high. ICE Beckman has the United States title over his shoulder and flashes a grin at the negative reaction before finally walking down to the ring.

Zach Davis: Oh boy, these two are not going to get along after last week.

Erin Robbins: What do you mean by that nonsense?

Zach Davis: I am talking about how Referee ICE Beckman totally helped his fellow Vapor King, Zombie McMorris, steal a victory.

Erin Robbins: That is not how I remember it at all.

ICE Beckman climbs into the ring, keeping his eyes on Steve, who is doing the same right back. ICE grabs a microphone and slowly brings it up to his face as the crowd is a buzz. Before ICE can even speak a chant begins to grow strength...

Crowd: Cheat-er! Cheat-er! Cheat-er!

Zach Davis: I think the fans are telling ICE what they thought of his refereeing last week.

Erin Robbins: Oh like those morons have ever been right before.

ICE: I just had to come out here when I heard you ask, how did you put it...who is gon stop you? Well Steve funny you ask. Because I have an answer for you and it’s not going to shock you, but I think it is going to shut you up. Who is gon stop you? How about the man who is so on fire here in the WCF that he makes fun of the boss all the time and is still being pushed to the top? How about the man who made waves around here by joining the Vapor Kings and dropping that freak Monster Oblivion on his head?! How about the best Damn WCF Untied States Champion Ever!?

The crowd boos more and more after each statement ICE made.

ICE: Is it just me or are the WCF fans getting more and more annoying lately?

Zach Davis: Listen to these people, quite the contrast to the cheers that followed ICE just a few weeks ago.

ICE: Back to my point, Mr. Orbit, you ask who gon stop you?......NATURAL ICE BECKMAN! THAT IS WHO!!

Just then Perfect Insanity by Disturbed blasts through the arena as Chelsea Armstrong steps out from the back.

Chelsea Armstrong: Now now boys, sorry to tell you this but you're both delusional! Come on Orbit do you honestly believe you're going to retain that pretty little championship? The majority of the guys in the back would kill to have Pantheon thrown out of this federation and well...that begins with you.

Slowly walking down the ramp she takes in the mixed emotions from the crowd, seemingly looking from side to side a cruel laugh leaves her lips as she nods.

Chelsea Armstrong: Sorry Orbit, my daddy's not a fan and well...it's up to me to make sure that belt leaves your little group. But as for you ICE, my momma says I pick them well, hot tempered though aren't ya? I'm gonna give you a consolation prize though. You see, when I am the one to walk away with that world title...and I will walk away with it. I will give you that soft little kiss your pouty lips have been waiting for.

Now don't fight it sweetheart, it's simply fate. I'm the only chick in this federation worth a damn anyway, it's only a matter of time before I claim my prize. I surely wouldn't want our little fling to end before it has even started....so what do you say? Just go to your daddy back there and let me take care of business. Besides, an SPac member should be the one to dethrown this group.

Zach Davis: Who is this now?

Erin Robbins: Alex Richards!

The loud voice of the hardcore champion Alex Richards booms as he starts to walk towards the ring, obviously having turned his microphone up too loud.

Alex Richards: I was going to let you have your moment Orbit. Considering we were homies in Pantheon, right? But then I saw that you were trying to sick some kind of Sarah Twilight impersonating tranny on me and my hardcore title? Dude, that ain't cool! That just doesn't not fly. So if you want Logan to take a step down then maybe I should take a step up. And there's only one step to take. Only one belt higher Steve, your belt, the World Championship. No offense to the rest of you guys and gals but I'm taking it. Like the song says I'm not like anybody else...

Back in the ring, Orbit puts the mic to his mouth once again.

Steve Orbit: Aw, this is cute. This is nice. Y'all done?

Suddenly, the rest of the Ultimate Showdown participants emerge from backstage and head to the ring!

Zach Davis: Here comes a whole lot of trouble!

Erin Robbins: There's Team Science, Nathan von Liebert and Remus Micayle. John Gable is here.

Zach Davis: And here comes Z-MAC with Buddy Roman! Followed by Oblivion. All of the Ultimate Showdown participants are here, and they're entering the ring!

Erin Robbins: Except for Jayson Price! Price is not here, maybe Pantheon held him back?

Everyone enters the ring. They all pace around, eying each other...

Erin Robbins: HERE WE GO!

Fists start flying! It's a rumble in the ring, an early preview of Ultimate Showdown.

Zach Davis: There's Price!

Jayson Price appears at the entranceway, just watching the chaos. Shortly, a large group of security rush past him towards the ring, and they quickly break up the brawl.

Erin Robbins: The chaos ended a bit early tonight, but next week at Ultimate Showdown, it is ON!

Zach Davis: That's right, Erin. There will be no breaking up the melee. These ten men and women will fight, with every title on the line, until only one person stands-- and that person will be crowned the WCF World Champion!

Erin Robbins: And Orbit could lose his opportunity TONIGHT when he faces Logan! What an exciting time to be a WCF fan.

Shit talking is exchanged in the ring as we cut to commercial.

Dr. Remus Micayle vs Biohazard

Zach Davis: In our Slam opener, we have what seems like a walkover, especially on paper. But this is the Wrestling Championship Federation, and as we know… ANYTHING can happen!

Erin Robbins: Yeah, but seriously? In one corner we have Doctor Remus Micayle, one of only two wrestlers to hold the WCF United States Championship this year, one-half of the current WCF Tag Team Champions, and quite possibly one of the most feared opponents to go up against at this current point in time! And in the other, we have well… Biohazard.

Zach Davis: You never know. We have had occasions where David beat Goliath, and this is no exception. Case in point, no one expected John Gable to be the one to end another one of Jonny Fly’s reign of undefeated matches, but he did! Biohazard might just be the one to down our WCF Tag Team Champion.

Erin Robbins: Ha! Right, and when that happens, magical unicorns will soar into the arena, bacon will drop from the skies, and my lady bits will automatically grow seven inches to turn me into a transexual!

Zach Davis: Gross.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

A huge pop arises from the crowd, as “Breakdown” by Biohazard plays. The Guru Of Ooze walks out from the back, just as the lights in the arena flash yellow and purple as the fans start going crazy with cheers. He walks to the ring coolly, surveying the crowd and nodding his head to the beat.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first... from Mexico City, Mexico... weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds... BIOHAZARD!

Zach Davis: Yet another night where we are graced with the presence of the wonderful Biohazard. He looks awesome and ready to go tonight!

Erin Robbins: I highly doubt it’s going to be enough though. But whatever, meh. Surprise me.

The masked superstar prances about in the ring to the adoring applause of the fans. And as his music ends, all eyes turn to the stage once more. Almost immediately, the opening riff to “ he Stringless Violin" by Adagio blasts through the speakers of the arena as boos immediately erupt from the live crowd. The lights in the arena start to grow dimmer by a notch, as a sole spotlight appears on the top of the ramp. Almost on cue, Kyle Steel rings out.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent…

Zach Davis: Urgh, everytime I hear that ominous organ, I just know that I’ll be forced to endure that arrogant man once more.

Erin Robbins: Speak for yourself! I, on the other hand, LOVE the good Doctor. He’s a beast in the ring, in the classroom, and probably in the sheets!

Zach Davis: Sigh, women.

But… it’s been a while since “The Stringless Violin” is playing, and still no Doctor Remus Micayle! Murmurs and hushed whispers are breaking out amongst the fans, and both Biohazard, the referee in the ring, and Kyle Steel seem to be at an equal loss. The senior ring announcer coughs, and announces again - this time in a louder voice.

Kyle Steel: And HIS opponent! From Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds... DOCTOR REMUS MICAYLE!!!

Still no Scientist. The buzzing in the crowd growing louder by the second, someone in the control booth apparently senses that something isn’t right, and switches off the music. The lights are switched back on, and a few ring hands run to the back to find out what is happening.

Erin Robbins: Eh? Where is he?

Zach Davis: I… don’t quite understand as well. Say what you want about him, but Micayle isn’t the type to just ditch on a match. Could he possibly be in the washroom now? Or is he…

Meanwhile, the ring official, Biohazard, and Kyle Steel are gathering in the ring in a heated discussion. They seem to be in a deep conversation about something, before eventually breaking up. Kyle Steel clears his throat once more before announcing out in a sonorous tone.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, it appears that the opponent, Doctor Remus Micayle, is unable to turn up for the match.

Boos emerge from the fans.

Erin Robbins: WHAT!? Go look for him then, you stupid dunderhead!

Kyle Steel: Therefore, by default, the winner of the match by forfeit… BI—

But before Kyle Steel could finish announcing the match, the masked superstar dashes out of the ring! The crowd breaks into small cheers as Biohazard dashes down the entrance ramp and backstage, leaving a stunned referee and announcer in his wake. A brief awkward moment ensues, before the senior announcer rallies himself.

Kyle Steel: Ahem! I stand corrected. Due to BOTH participants being unable to take part in the match, there will be NO bout. Therefore, by default, the result of the match is a… DRAW!

More boos from the crowd! These people are not happy at being forced to witness an empty match.

Zach Davis: Did Biohazard just forfeit his own match and walked out of a… victory?

Erin Robbins: I think so. Strange man, that guy. But whatever, we got bigger things in our minds! Where on Earth is the Scientist!?

The camera fades out to another chorus of jeers as a commercial for Ultimate Showdown plays.

Livewire Segment

Hank Brown: As has seemed to become a weekly tradition, I am here with second generation superstar and WCF newcomer the Livewire Grayson Pierce. Grayson, you have a hug opportunity… w..w..WATCH OUT!

From behind comes Hyena holding a chair over his head as Gray gets into a fighting stance. As quickly as he showed up Hyena sets the chair up and sits on it.

Hyena: Oh I'm sorry, am I interrupting? Please, continue. Everyone finds your oral excretions so interesting, I'd like to see what the fuss is about.

Livewire delivers a front thrust kick hard enough to knock the chair back and Hyena over with it. Hyena jumps up quickly, glaring, and with a snarl gets right in the face of Livewire. They are saying terrible things to each other as Hank Brown finally worms his way in and gets the microphone into position so their words can be heard by everyone.

Hyena: … and feed it to you through a tube...

Livewire: Bite me, asshole.

Hyena: Don’t mind if I do!

Hyena dives face first into Grayson’s shoulder and takes a bite. Gray pushes him off of him, but a clear bite mark with blood can be seen dripping from his collar bone. Officials come and pull the two men off of each other.

Hyena: I’ll see you in the ring, pretty boy. There’s plenty more where that came from.

Hyena gets dragged away by the officials and Hank Brown shoves the microphone into Livewire’s face.

Livewire: Excuse me while I get tetanus and a rabies shots. Fuck.

Livewire walks off holding his shoulder tightly.

Hank Brown: Those two men get to face off against each other tonight and then again next week at Ultimate Showdown. The two men have quite the score to settle for the biggest Pay Per View of the year. Back to you!

Christian Malice vs Rebellion vs Ace Acid vs Mech-Ana vs Lone Borg Drone

Zach Davis: Welcome back, folks. During the commercial break, Erin and I were joined at ringside by Jay Omega, a man who's been making a mark in the company in recent weeks. What brings you out here tonight, Jay?

Jay Omega: A couple of things, Zach. First, I enjoy watching the new blood earn their stripes.

Erin Robbins: You're still "new blood". You've been here less than a month. What gives you any right to--

Jay Omega: Here, Erin, have a hundred bucks.

Erin Robbins: The Omega Man is well on his way to becoming a legend in this company!

Zach Davis: Really? It's that easy with you?

"My Last Breath" by Evanescence plays as the lights dim. A spotlight shines on the curtain as Christian Malice emerges from behind it; a hood hiding his face as he shakes his head, hyping himself up before he walks to the ring, slides in, and jumps to the top rope. He looks out over the crowd for a moment, before unzipping his hoodie and tossing it into the crowd with a determined look.

Jay Omega: Everyone likes free money, Zach. And the second reason I'm out here, is because it's damn near impossible to get air time in this company! I mean, there's almost as much stuff going on backstage, as there is in the ring!

Erin Robbins: That's true. Did you see how much time Marina Valdivia got last week? AND the week before. It's a disgrace, I say. If she wants to be on TV so much, she should get a part on a soap opera.

Jay Omega: Isn't that what this is?

The name "REBELLION" is shouted out over the PA with an echoing effect before the opening guitar melody of "The Clans Are Marching" by the band Rebellion starts to play as the lights go black and the entrance way fills with smoke.

The clans are marching against the law
Bagpipers play the tunes of war
Death or glory I will fight
Rebellion all my might

Once the main riff kicks into full heaviness, a single bright spotlight shines down on the curtain as Rebellion makes his way through the haze of smoke. He stands with both legs spread apart and his hands to his sides before slowly raising his right arm straight into the air, clenching his fist, while staring out into the masses in attendance. He drops his arm and starts to walk to the ring as the spotlight follows him, providing the only light in the arena. He is focused and doesn't take time to pay attention to the fans. He just stares straight into the ring as he walks down the aisle. Once to the ring, he stands by the apron, hopping up and down and psyching himself up before slamming his two fists into the sides of his head and leaping from the floor to the apron. He then grabs the top rope and leaps over it, landing in the ring. He walks slowly to his corner as the spotlight follows him, staring into the crowd before turning his back to his corner and folding his arms across his chest as the arena lights go back to normal.

Zach Davis: Newcomer Rebellion cuts a very imposing figure, and he's looking to make an impact with his debut here tonight.

Jay Omega: And a guy his size could definitely do it.

Erin Robbins: He looks mean. Angry and dangerous, like your stereotypical bad boy. I can picture him riding a motorcycle, wearing nothing but leather--

Jay Omega: If you're going to fantasize while I'm out here, it'd better be about me.

The lights in the arena dim once again, and an acidic dragon appears on the big screen, then breathes fire that soon form the words "Ace F’n Acid". The flames turn to words as “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons hits the P.A. system, the lights flicker in accordance and the slow tune beckons through the airwaves. The camera pans around to view the crowd and everyone seem to be singing along with the theme. Turning back to the stage we see Ace Acid as The Acidic Dragon is seen walking through fog smoke with his head looking downwards. Very quickly Ace Acid points to the sky as a burst of flames and pyro shoot behind him.

Kyle Steel: And on his way to the ring, hailing from Atlanta, Georgia…standing at six feet and weighing two-hundred and thirty-five pounds…he is THE ACIDIC DRAGON ACE ACID!!!

He begins to raise his arms in the air, before pointing out to the crowd with a smile on his face. Finally he cups his mouth and yells “Ace F’n Acid”. The crowd is shown some more as they show their love and adoration toward Mr. Toxicity. Ace Acid then proceeds walking slowly down the ramp. He makes his way down to the ring and hops onto the apron in a Y2J-esque fashion before entering. The Georgia native then climbs the nearest turnbuckle as he beats his chest some more playing to the crowd as “Radioactive” fades out.

Zach Davis: Ace Acid already getting a favorable reaction from the fans in attendance.

Erin Robbins: I think we've gone over how stupid the WCF fans are a hundred times, or more, Zach.

Jay Omega: Does anyone else smell pot?

The lights dim again as "We Are the Borg(Dark Version)" by Starship Edelweiss plays. Neon green beams of light sweep across the audience, and a light mist curls from the edges of the stage. The Lone Borg Drone steps out from behind the curtain, and pauses at the top of the ramp to survey the crowd, and determine whether they are worth assimilating. Apparently deciding against the idea, he makes his way down to the ring, and stands rigidly in his corner.

Zach Davis: I don't know what to make of this guy.

Erin Robbins: That makes two of us.

Jay Omega: What's not to get? He's a liberated Borg drone, and we're all just constructs of hard light, playing out a series of preprogrammed actions on the holodeck. I tell you, it's very relieving, knowing I'm not responsible for my actions, since I'm just a hologram.

Zach Davis: ... Where you hanging out with Ace Acid backstage?

Jay Omega: No, but I bet he's got some pretty decent contacts.

The sound of coins clinking into an arcade machine come from the speakers, and the 'Tron flashes the words "Press Start" a few times. "Let's Get Ridiculous" by Redfoo starts playing, but when the beat drops, signaling April Maddox's emergence from the curtains, nothing happens. The music cuts off, and a few moments later, the 'Tron gives a view of a backstage hallway, as a cameraman hurries along. He opens a dressing room door, to find a swarm of officials surrounding an unconscious April Maddox.

Zach Davis: Folks, it would seem that April Maddox has been attacked.

Jay Omega: Yeah it doesn't look like she's gonna make it to the ring.

Erin Robbins: Good. WCF doesn't need any more prissy bitches skanking up the roster.

Zach Davis: Regardless, it looks like we're left with a Fatal Fourway, between--

Zach cuts off as "Hemotopia" by Otep plays over the PA, and the lights shut down leaving one spotlight on the stage. A metal casket gets wheeled out on stage by faceless assistants.

Zach Davis: Wha... what is this?

The assistants wheel the casket down to the ring, and stop at the end of the ramp. One of them walks around to the front and opens the doors with a key. The doors slowly open with smoke flowing from the inside as the female cybernetic organism within "activates". Her head suddenly shoots up as she walks from her metal home, slides into the ring, and pops to her feet.

Zach Davis: Is... is that...

Erin Robbins: No...

Jay Omega: Oh, snap!

Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, it would appear we have a replacement for April Maddox! None other than Ana Valentine herself!

Erin Robbins: I'm getting word from the back; what we're seeing here is Mech-Ana V.

Jay Omega: V as in Valentine, or the Roman numeral?

Erin Robbins: I wasn't told.

Malice, Acid, and Rebellion seem a little unsure how to respond to this development, while the Borg Drone simply ignores Mech-Ana. The referee calls for the bell, and right away Christian Malice and Ace Acid team up, hammering away at the larger Rebellion, and backing him into the corner. Meanwhile, Mech-Ana and the Borg Drone turn to face each other, and look one another up and down, as though analyzing each other for weakness. The Borg Drone strikes first, landing a heavy blow to the side of Mech-Ana's head. MAV absorbs the hit, and turns a glare back to LBD, before firing off a right hand with blinding speed which staggers the surprised Drone back a step. Back on the other side of the ring, Rebellion fights back against his pair of attackers, throwing fists and elbows indiscriminately, and working his way out of the corner.

Zach Davis: And we are in the thick of it right off the bell! Ace Acid going to the ropes now, as Rebellion drops Christian Malice with a boot to the head!

Jay Omega: Yeah, but Acid's crossbody attempt got caught. Too early for something like that; you've got to wear the bigger guys down a bit, first.

A fallaway slam from Rebellion throws the hapless Acidic Dragon into the rising Malice, putting both men on the mat again. A few steps away, LBD adapts to his opponent's combat capabilities, and swings again with everything he's got; a thunderous clothesline that drops Mech-Ana to the mat. However, almost as soon as her back hits the canvas, Mech-Ana kips back to her feet. The Drone turns around, and seems confused to find himself looking at the back of Mech-Ana's metal-encased head. His confusion is short-lived, though, as the mechanical maiden spins about, her arm coming up in a kesa giri chop so fast, it seems to blur. The Borg stumbles back into the ropes, and Mech-Ana is right on top of him, using an Irish whip to send him across the ring. LBD comes back, and Mech-Ana easily tosses him over her shoulder with a back body drop that shakes the ring.

Jay Omega: My word, what a powerbomb!

Zach Davis: ... That was a back body drop. How do you not know that?

Jay Omega: I'm doing an homage to one of the greatest names in the sport; Tony Schiavone. He could talk circles around you, Davis.

Erin Robbins: That's not saying much. A Speak and Spell could talk circles around him.

Jay Omega: Ha! You are just delightful! Have another hundred.

Rebellion turns his attention to Mech-Ana, and the two meet in the middle of the ring, with Rebellion driving a hard kick into Mech-Ana's midsection. He grabs her in a front facelock, and tries to lift her for a vertical suplex, but fails on the first attempt. Somewhat surprised at the weight of the woman, Rebellion redoubles his efforts, and this time lifts the cybernetic siren up. He holds her upside down on his shoulder for a few moments, then falls to his back, shaking the ring with the impact. Ace Acid climbs to his feet as the Lone Borg Drone does the same, and Mr. Toxicity charges in with a Thesz press, then begins pounding away on the Drone. Christian Malice makes it back up, and pounces on Rebellion before the bigger man can fully get to his feet. Malice lays in with body blows, and seemingly has Rebellion's number, until a big right hand staggers Christian. Rebellion slaps both hands around Malice's throat, and lifts him up into the air, before sending him crashing back to the mat with a sitout powerbomb.

Jay Omega: An incredible Russian leg sweep from the Next Big Thing!

Zach Davis: That wasn't even close to a Russian leg sweep! Are you doing Tony Schiavone, or Mike Adamle?

Jay Omega: Tony did it on purpose, Adamle's just an idiot.

Erin Robbins: Just like Zach.

Jay Omega: Indeed, just like Zach.

Rather than attempt a pin, Rebellion pushes aside Malice's body like so much discarded trash, and rises to his feet, stalking across the ring toward the Acidic Dragon. Rebellion grabs Acid by the ponytail, and hauls him to his feet, drawing stern words from the referee. Rebellion snarls at the official as he transitions into a side headlock. Ace fires off a few elbows, and manages to push Rebellion back to the ropes, forcing a break, then uses the momentum to shove the larger man across the ring. Rebellion comes back fast, and mows Acid down with a shoulder block. Rebellion takes a second to smirk, and admire his handiwork, before he hits the ropes again. Acid rolls over, and Rebellion jumps him, heading for the other side of the ring, but is intercepted by a battering ram from Mech-Ana that takes him down hard. Ace Acid watches from his kneeling position, until the Drone comes up from behind and snakes an arm around his throat.

Zach Davis: I can hardly follow everything that's happening here! Rebellion and Malice are down, the Drone is choking the life out of Ace Acid, and here comes Mech-Ana!

Jay Omega: Hot damn! A running bionic elbow on Ace Acid, who had no chance of evading with the Drone's arm around his throat! Now it's LBD versus MAV!

Erin Robbins: Assimilate her! Resistance is futile!

The Borg lets Ace slump bonelessly to the mat, as Mech-Ana raises her hands over her head for a double axe handle, and takes a heavy boot to the gut that doubles her up. A knee lift straightens her spine again, and the Drone lifts her up onto his shoulder, then drills her to the mat with a powerslam and a cover.


Tw-- kickout!

Zach Davis: A near fall there, from the Lone Borg Drone.

Jay Omega: I'm not too fond of those; they can be one of the most frustrating things in the world, if you don't have the patience for a drawn out contest.

Malice and Rebellion each rise to a knee, as the Borg Drone slaps an armbar on Mech-Ana. Christian springs across the ring to hit Rebellion with a low dropkick, keeping him from a vertical base, then walks over and plants a stomp on the Drone's head, breaking the submission hold. Mech-Ana rolls to her feet and flexes her arm a few times, then locks her gaze on Malice. With her target acquired, she takes a step forward, and is met with a knife edge chop across the chest. Mech-Ana barely reacts to the blow, but the following trio of chops has her backing up against the ropes, to the wooing of the crowd. Christian takes hold of her arm and starts an Irish whip, but MAV reverses it, and pulls Malice up onto her shoulders in an Argentine backbreaker, before flipping him over into a facebuster.

Zach Davis: Christian Malice's momentum put to an abrupt halt there, as Mech-Ana just drove his head into the mat.

Jay Omega: It was a good attempt, but Mech-Ana was stronger, faster, and I daresay, better. Those implants of hers must have cost at least six million dollars.

Erin Robbins: I knew she had implants! No way those are real!

Jay Omega: Not what I meant.

Rebellion and the Lone Borg Drone regain their feet at the same time, glance at each other, then both turn their attention to Mech-Ana. Undaunted, the cybernetic siren holds her ground as the two men loom over her. The air fairly crackles with tension, or maybe electromagnetic discharge, and the fray is joined once more, as Mech-Ana slams a right hand into the Drone's jaw, then reverses the momentum to drive the elbow into the side of Rebellion's head. A toe kick bends the Borg over, and Mech-Ana's other foot flashes over his bent frame to find a home between Rebellion's ribs, hunching him over. The metallic mistress jumps into the air, and stabs her jutting elbow into Rebellion's exposed temple.

Jay Omega: Another fantastic knee strike from the Bionic Woman!

Zach Davis: I hoped you'd forgotten you were doing that.

Jay Omega: Never! The Iron Maiden has the Borg Drone up, and what a display of power, as she gets a full arm extension with that shooting star press!

Erin Robbins: Gorilla press, Jay. That's a Gorilla press slam.

Jay Omega: Good point. Don't care.

The overpowered, mechanized Ana Valentine slams the near three hundred pounder onto his back, and the ring wobbles unsteadily as the crowd screams their approval. Ace Acid pulls himself up using the ropes, and Mech-Ana cocks her arm back as her eyes seem to flare violet for a moment. Having trouble staying upright, Acid backpedals right into Mech-Ana's clutches. She clasps her hand around the back of Ace's neck, whose eyes widen in shock at the strength of the grip.

Zach Davis: Mech-Ana setting Ace Acid up for the Death Lok!

Jay Omega: She'd better be fast; Malice and the Drone are both moving around, and Rebellion's probably not going to be very chipper when he wakes up.

Erin Robbins: I hope Rebellion kicks her teeth down her throat!

Zach Davis: A difficult task, with that metallic jaw.

Erin Robbins: If anyone in this match can do it, it's Rebellion.

The seductive cyborg lifts Ace Acid up, holding him high for a few moments, then slams him down on his face as the Drone and Malice get to their feet. Rebellion sits up as Christian heads to the top rope, and LBD sets his optical receptors on Mech-Ana. Several things happen in rapid succession; Mech-Ana ducks under a clothesline from the Borg Drone, who gets Absolutely Annihilated by Rebellion's huge kick, while Christian Malice comes off the top rope with a missile dropkick originally aimed at Mech-Ana, but now in line with Rebellion's back.

Zach Davis: There are bodies everywhere! This match has been pandemonium from the outset!

Jay Omega: I know! Isn't it fantastic?

Mech-Ana snags the back of Malice's neck before he can get more than halfway to his feet, and with another violet flare of her eyes, hoists him up, then slams him down on his face as well, before she drops to her knees, and rolls Christian over, hooking the far leg for a cover.





"Hemotopia" hits the speakers again, and Mech-Ana gets to her feet. The ref raises her arm as the crowd showers her with cheers and chants.

Crowd: MECHA-ANA! <clap-clap!> <clap-clap-clap!> MECHA-ANA! <clap-clap!> <clap-clap-clap!>

Zach Davis: I can't believe it! Just two weeks ago, we thought we'd never see Ana Valentine in the WCF Galaxy again!

Erin Robbins: You mean we hoped.

Jay Omega: Speak for yourself, Erin. I, for one, am losing my shit over this!

Zach Davis: And so is this capacity crowd! Welcome back, Ana, whatever your form!

Johnny Reb Segment

Johnny Reb stands in front of a plain WCF banner, while around him, lighting is adjusted; a pretty intern strategically applies some powder to his face. Reb whispers something in her ear as she works -- which earns him a hard slap across the face. He looks a little puzzled as she stalks away.

Johnny Reb: Wonder what got her panties in a bunch... Huh?

He glances to someone just off-camera, who is apparently gesturing at him to get on with it.

Johnny Reb: Oh, yeah. Right. So... last week, Seth Lerch finally -- FINALLY -- gave the New Confederacy what we so richly deserve. Almost. A contendership match. To see if'n we're really worthy of goin' after the tag titles d'rectly. C'mon, now. We all know me an' Doc is the most entertainin', the most talented, an' -- not to brag -- the most profitable tag team in the WCF -- now or ever. But that's fine. I get it. I gotta pay my dues all over again. It's just that them two jackasses, Nathan von Liberace an' Doctor McFail, they's contaminatin' our shiny belts with their negative mojo. That reminds me.. y'all wanna hear a joke?

The Inveterate One pauses for a moment, just to be polite.

Johnny Reb: How does Nathan von Liberace change a lightbulb? ....Single-handedly! Get it?

He offers the camera a broad grin, clearly pleased with his own cleverness. But the smile fades as something catches his eye.

Reb's expression becomes annoyed, and the camera pans over to show Jay Omega, dressed for competition, standing close by with his head cocked to the right. A moment of uncomfortable silence passes before Johnny breaks the ice.

Johnny Reb: Can I, uh, help you?

Omega smiles disarmingly, though his face freezes for a moment as he looks at something to Johnny's side, and narrows his eyes. With a slight shake of his head, Jay looks back at Johnny, his smile returning.

Jay Omega: I hope so. You willing to trade beer for some of your air time?

Johnny Reb: ... What?

Omega holds up a six-pack of tall boys, the aluminum cans a burnished silver, but otherwise plain, save for red lettering that says "Whoop Ass Beer", and offers it to Johnny.

Jay Omega: I give you beer, you let me get my face on camera.

Johnny raises an eyebrow as he considers the offer, then gives a smile of his own, and reaches out to take the beer.

Johnny Reb: You got yerself a deal. Anythin' particular ya wanted to say?

Relieved of his burden, Jay's free hand now dips inside his plaid vest, and pulls out a small pad of paper and a pen.

Jay Omega: Not really; just gearing up for War. Y'know, kicking ass, taking names, that old song and dance. Let's see... Johnny Reb. Ha! That's clever, I like that. Rebel without an "L", right? 'Cause you just fuckin' win?

Johnny Reb: Well, actually--

Jay Omega: No? Well, feel free to put it on some merch. And let Lerch know I've done marketing's job again.

Omega jots down Johnny name, as well as his approximate height and weight.

Jay Omega: So, you a REAL cowboy, Johnny? Grow up on a farm, rustle cattle, that kind of thing?

Johnny Reb: Um... y'know I think ya got the wrong impression. I'm from the South, but I ain't a cowboy, I ain't a redneck, an' I hate country music. In fact --

Jay Omega: Good, that's great, yeah. Country music sucks. Metal's awesome. Camera's mine now, right? You go enjoy that beer, and make sure you share with all your teammates tonight. Oh, one last thing; if anyone asks, you tell 'em Pierce brought it for you and Doc, 'kay?

Omega winks at Johnny as he makes a shooing gesture, then turns to fully face the camera. Reb stays in place for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Jay shoots him a glance, and Johnny just shrugs, then walks off with his newly acquired six-pack.

Jay Omega: I could use this time to talk about my tag match later tonight. I could use it to make an assertion that Diamond and I are on the same page. Or I could use it to talk about War, when every name on the roster steps into the main event for one night. I don't mean to sound like I'm already looking past Easton and Chavis, but it struck me as a good idea to put as much effort as I could into laying plans for War. I'll admit, I'm a little confused on the match. Some years the winner was crowned WCF World Champion, other years they only won a title shot at the time of their choosing. Which will it be this year? Well, I've taken that into consideration, and--

Omega cuts off for a moment, then frowns.

Jay Omega: The hell do you mean I'm out of ti--

Anthony Douglas vs Robert Wolf

Anthony comes out wearing a full length black leather duster, fingerless gloves and sunglasses. He looks at the crowd and doesn't care for their reaction. He is stoic and emotionless.

He walks to the ring with little effort. He slides in from the bottom, removes his glasses and jacket, then watches the walkway from one of the far corners for his opponent to show up.

The lights dim as Wrecking Ball blasts over the PA system and the camera searches the crowd till Wolf and Morrigan can be seen making their way down through the crowd towards ringside. As Wolf gets to the barricade it climbs up on it and looks around before jumping down and lifting Morrigan over it.

Kyle Steel: Haling from Horsham, England via way of Toronto, Canada and now residing in Chicago, Michigan Robert Wolf.

Wolf slides in to the ring under the bottom rope and stands in one of the corners before taking his hoodie off and handing it to Morrigan as he waits for the match to start.

Zach Davis: Here we go!

Douglas runs at Wolf and Clotheslines him down as the match begins. The fans boo as Douglas begins stomping away at him.

Erin Robbins: Anthony Douglas is a vicious man, Zach. Anyone in the ring with him needs to be careful.

Douglas lifts Wolf up and forearms him in the head a few times before pushing him into the ropes. Douglas goes for an irish whip, but Wolf reverses it and Douglas flies into the ropes instead. As Douglas comes back Wolf takes him down with an impactful Spinning Spinebuster! The crowd ooh's as he goes for a pin.



No!, Douglas gets the shoulder up.

Zach Davis: Huge move by Wolf there!, but too early for a victory.

Wolf backs up and waits for Douglas to begin standing up... Wolf runs at him and takes him down with a Big Boot while he's kneeling!

Erin Robbins: OOF!

Instead of going for another pin attempt, Wolf elects to lock in an Inverted Facelock Camel Clutch!

Zach Davis: What a submission hold! Not something we see every day!

The crowd cheers and yells for Douglas to tap.

Erin Robbins: Anthony Douglas will not tap out, Zach! This is a dumb move by Wolf to even try!

Zach Davis: Not exactly, Erin; he can still wear him down.

Indeed, Douglas refuses to tap. He tries to claw his way towards the ropes...

Erin Robbins: Can he make it?

He does!, Douglas grabs onto the bottom rope and the ref forces Wolf to release the hold. Wolf lifts Douglas up but Douglas is able to grab him and take him down with a Russian Legsweep.

Zach Davis: Anthony Douglas back in control.

Douglas lifts Wolf up and elbows him in the face a few times before non chalantly tossing him into the turnbuckle. He lifts Wolf up and then climbs up with him...

Erin Robbins: Superplex from the second turnbuckle!

Douglas floats over and goes for a pin.



No!, Wolf kicks out now!

Zach Davis: Yet another nearfall!

Douglas kicks at Wolf several times before pulling him up and into his grasp..

Erin Robbins: He's going for one of the most dangerous moves in wrestling. Here comes a Piledriver!

DOUGLAS HITS IT! The fans boo as Douglas spikes Wolf's head into the mat. Nodding to himself, knowing the match is done, he pins Wolf one more time.




Zach Davis: What!?

Erin Robbins: Wolf kicked out of the Piledriver! Unbelievable!

Douglas stands up, not missing a beat, and grabs Wolf's legs.

Zach Davis: Here comes the Sharpshooter! He's going to finish him once and for all!

No!, Wolf kicks Douglas away repeatedly before he can apply it! Douglas angrily stomps towards Wolf and Wolf rolls him up into a Small Package!



No!, Douglas escapes that! Both men get to their feet and Douglas runs at Wolf. Wolf catches him and hits an EXPLODER SUPLEX!


Wolf floats over and goes for another pin!



NO!, another kickout from Douglas!

Zach Davis: So many pinfalls!, both men are really giving it their all here.

Wolf backs up and lets Douglas get to his feet, Wolf is measuring him...

Erin Robbins: SUPERKICK!

NO!, Douglas ducks it.


DOUGLAS HITS THE DIAMOND CUTTER OUT OF NOWHERE! He drops down and pins Wolf, hooking the leg.




Erin Robbins: Anthony Douglas wins it!

Douglas stands up and gets his arm raised briefly before tearing it away from the referee. He looks down at Wolf, who is holding his head in pain, before leaving the ring.

Zach Davis: Douglas hits that Diamond Cutter out of nowhere, and it got him another win here tonight.

Biohazard Segment

The camera opens in the backstage area. Popular WCF superstar Biohazard, still clad in his ring attire, is walking down the hallway. He has worked up quite the sweat in his frantic search for his missing ring opponent, and his is definitely not in the mood for chit-chat.

Biohazard: Micayle! Where are you!

He kicks open a door and enters a room, but is met only with the yelps of two surprised female female talents dressed in only their lingerie. Ever the cheeky bastard, Biohazard lingers in the room for a while, before slowly exiting with a small smile on his face. He stands in bliss for a while, before seemingly shaking himself awake and stalking down the corridor.

Biohazard: Where the hell are you Micayle!

The masked superstar makes a left turn, before halting unexpectedly. There, lying motionless in a tiny pool of blood, is the target of his search. The Scientist, Doctor Remus Micayle, is stretched out face-down on the concrete floor. His back is lacerated rather severely, and there are two huge cuts over his eyebrows - the cause of the bloody mess. His WCF Tag Team Championship - normally shined to perfection - is slightly dented, and has a few droplets of blood splattered on it as well.

His mouth opened in slight surprise, Biohazard quickly hurries to Micayle’s side. Now, upon closer inspection, the man is still alive, but rather hurt. However long he has been lying here is anybody’s guess. Gritting his teeth, Biohazard quickly stands up and shouts at the top of his voice.

Biohazard: Hey, help! Help! Is anybody around?

His voice growing louder by the second, the camera slowly pans out, as new voices join the commotion. The camera then slowly pans down and zooms in to a small flag, dropped besides Micayle and undiscovered by the rest of the rescuers. The camera fades to black as it focuses on to the details on it.

A small white banner, split into half. One, with the Canadian maple leaf on it. And the other, with the Scottish azure blue and argent saltire cross.

Ultimate Destroyer Segment

You see a peaceful island then the camera pans over to what looks like an army base and then you hear sirens and chaos and then a terrifically loud explosion and you see a bright flash of light and then every thing on fire then you see the shape of the island on a radar and hear through a radio "oh my god theres a survivor and then "HES COMING!" fills a black screen then fades away.

Ultimate Destroyer vs Oblivion

Zach Davis: I have been excited about this next match!!

Erin Robbins: Why?!

Zach Davis: You have the typical newcomer going one on one with THE Monster of WCF!! This match is going to be off the chains!!

Air raid and police sirens echo loudly throughout The Sovereign Bank Arena The Ultimate Destroyer comes out to the entrance stage to a mixture of cheers and boos. Ultimate Destroyer runs down to the ring.

Erin Robbins: With the size of this guy, when he runs, the entire Sovereign Bank Arena shakes off it's foundation!!

Kyle Steel: From The Wasteland... weighing in at 400 pounds... THIS IS THE ULTIMATE DESTROYER!!

Destroyer jumps up to the ring apron and proceeds to violently shake the top ring rope. Ultimate Destroyer charges into the ring and proceeds to swing at WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser.

Zach Davis: This Destroyer is a menace!! He is even picking a fight with the ring announcer Kyle Steel!!

Erin Robbins: This match is gonna be chaotic and completely crazy!!

Zach Davis: You think Ultimate Destroyer is crazy, we all know about his opponent... The Monster Oblivion is completely off IT's rocker!!

The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed Sovereign Bank Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive. The majority, of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...


Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!

The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...


Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time.... no Oblivion. The music continues to blare out and rattled the arena.

Zach Davis: Where is Oblivion?!?

Erin Robbins: I was about to ask that very same question... WHERE IN THE HELL IS OBLIVION?!?!

The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, the crowd continues to look down the ramp to see if The Monster will make an appearance. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats.

Zach Davis: Where is Oblivion?!?

Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!

Erin Robbins: Look at The Ultimate Destroyer. He is smiling a toothy grin.

With a celebratory smile across his face, The Ultimate Destroyer raises his arms as he continues to look down the entrance ramp The house lights come on, the majority of The Sovereign Bank Arena explode with cheers. the cheers makes The Ultimate Destroyer to stop smiling and is hesitant to turn around.


The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner. Ultimate Destroyer decides to turn around, but very slowly....



Erin Robbins: The Monster Oblivion makes the cover!!

Stanley Moser slides into position...

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Erin Robbins: It looks like Oblivion makes short work of The Ultimate Destroyer!!


Zach Davis: NOOOOOO!!

Erin Robbins: Ultimate Destroyer kicks out!!

Oblivion grabs IT's opponent.

Zach Davis: Ultimate Destroyer charges Oblivion and they collide into the turnbuckles. Stanley Moser is there to separate the two competitors.

Stanley Moser: Alright, you two, I want a clean break. ONE!

Both wrestlers are still clawing at one another, as the referee still tries to separate them

Stanley Moser: TWO!!

Oblivion and The Ultimate Destroyer still club one another with massive forearms.

Stanley Moser: THREE!!!

Destroyer glares at the referee.

Ultimate Destroyer: GO AWAY, LITTLE MAN!!

As Destroyer turns his attention back to Oblivion...


Erin Robbins: A huge forearm by Oblivion.



Ultimate Destroyer poke Oblivion on both eyes and proceed to choke Oblivion with the top ring rope, while still being close to the corner.

Stanley Moser: Destroyer... LET GO!! ONE.... TWO.... THREE.... FOUR...


Oblivion slams a knee into the mid-section of IT's opponent.


Erin Robbins: Ultimate Destroyer slams a right fist to the skull of a reeling Monster!!


Destroyer proceeds to run Oblivion partially masked face across the top ring rope.

Zach Davis: Oblivion steps back, swinging wildly at open space, missing a mocking Ultimate destroyer.

The crowd goes wild!

Erin Robbins: Ultimate Destroyer is going for a powerbomb!!!

Destroyer picks up Oblivion. The Monster flails IT's massive arms.

Zach Davis: Oblivion slips free...


Erin Robbins: A completely massive ddt on Ultimate Destroyer!!

Destroyer rolls out of the ring. Taking a few steps back. The Ultimate Destroyer waves off the entire match is slowly walking away, from the match.

Zach Davis: What is The Ultimate Destroyer doing?! Is he walking away from the match?!

Erin Robbins: It looks like it!!

Zach Davis: What is Oblivion doing?!

Oblivion quickly bolts to the nearby corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Destroyer makes the decision to turn back around and takes a few steps towards back to the ring.


Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!

Erin Robbins: I didn't see that coming!!

Zach Davis: As everyone watches the replay. Oblivion flies off the top turnbuckle with a twisting crossbody block!!

Oblivion crashes into The Ultimate Destroyer. The nearby crowd are on their feet, encouraging both wrestlers to do their best. Both Oblivion and The Ultimate Destroyer slowly stand up.

The Ultimate Destroyer: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!

Destroyer charges at Oblivion.

Erin Robbins: Ultimate Destroyer charges at Oblivion....


Destroyer nails The Monster with a shoulder block and forces The Monster into the ring side steps.

Crowd: WHOA!!!

Zach Davis: Both men have dislodged the top part of the ring steps!!

Both competitors get up and Oblivion charges at Destroyer....


Erin Robbins: Oblivion pushes Destroyer into the ring side security barrier!!

Oblivion picks up IT's opponent.

Zach Davis: NO!! NO!! NO!!


Ultimate Destroyer: UGH!! ARRRRRRGH!!

Oblivion picked up Ultimate Destroyer and drops him across, throat first across the security rail.

Erin Robbins: Ultimate Destroyer is desperately gasping for air!!

Oblivion grabs the railing and proceeds to stomp down on IT's opponent. Oblivion grabs down for IT's opponent.


Zach Davis: As Ultimate Destroyer chokes, while still trying to breathe, jammed his finger throat/neck area of The God of Insanity!!

Destroyer slams a boot into the mid-section of The Monster...

Zach Davis: NO!! GOD NO!!

The Destroyer picks up Oblivion....



Ultimate Destroyer choke slams Oblivion on the bottom part of the entrance ring steps. As Destroyer goes onto celebrating....

Erin Robbins: I think it's extremely premature for The Ultimate Destroyer to be celebrating. What is Oblivion doing?

Zach Davis: I think Oblivion is laughing, as IT lays there on IT's back on the ring steps.


Ultimate Destroyer charges at Oblivion who leaps up, stands. As Destroyer gets close enough, The Monster leaps off the bottom ring step section...



Zach Davis: Oblivion collides with IT's opponent, sending The Ultimate Destroyer down on the ringside mats.

Oblivion picks up The Destroyer in a gutwrench position...



Erin Robbins: The Monster Oblivion just nailed Ultimate Destroyer with a gutwrench neckbreaker on the bottom section, of the ring steps!!

Destroyer rolls off the ring steps, but braces himself by holding onto the ringstep with his right hand.


Oblivion stomps down onto the hand of IT's opponent. The Ultimate Destroyer is stumbling around. Every few steps, he drops down to one knee.

Zach Davis: Oblivion is slowly stalking IT's opponent.

Oblivion glance over to a wounded Ultimate Destroyer, who sees Oblivion looking at him.

Erin Robbins: This match is completely out of control. The referee looks very frustrated!!

The Monster charges at a charging Ultimate Destroyer...


The crowd cheers loudly!!


Erin Robbins: Ultimate Destroyer is NOT moving!!

Oblivion just kneels down to get a get a closer look at The Ultimate Destroyer.

Zach Davis: Oblivion slides into the ring.

The referee continues to make the count...

Crowd: FOUR!!

Crowd: FIVE!!

Crowd: SIX!!

Crowd: SEVEN!!

The Ultimate Destroyer starts to move around.

Erin Robbins: It looks as if Ultimate Destroyer is moving around.

Zach Davis: But, will The Ultimate Destroyer have enough time to get into the ring?!

Crowd: EIGHT!!

Ultimate Destroyer gets off the ring steps and barely gets on the ring apron.

Crowd: NINE!!

Ultimate Destroyer grabs for a ring rope, but slips and falls down to the ringside area, down onto the ringside pads.

Crowd: TEN!!


Kyle Steel: The winner, of the match, due to a count-out.... The Monster Oblivion!!

Zach Davis: Great action. But, The Ultimate Destroyer just didn't have enough energy to get back inside the ring!!

Micayle's Goons Segment

The camera opens backstage as the three goons hired by Doctor Remus Micayle walk along a corridor. The place is populated with busy stagehands and panicky technicians, so nobody exactly questions the presence of three burly men. For all they knew, they could have been the latest additions to the ever-changing WCF roster.

Goon 1: I see him.

And indeed, across them, sipping water from a small cup is the WCF Hardcore Champion. Alexander Richards, already changed into his ring attire is having a cordial conversation with his friend/manager Shawn Zach. This goes on for quite a while, before finally, The Archduke Of Mass Confusion flicks his eyes to the side, spotting the trio.

Goon 2: …

The hoods lock eyes with the WCF Hardcore Champion for several seconds, before continuing to walk down the hallway. The camera fades to black as Alexander Richards squints his eyes in suspicion at their retreating backs, never having seen them in the WCF before.

Jordan Caliban/Jordan Ciserano vs Pretty Young Things

The lights fade down and then colored lights filter threw the smoke as "Pretty Young Thing" by Michael Jackson starts playing. PYT appears on the jumbotron as Andrew Priest steps out in his purple suit. He motions for the Pretty Young Things to come on out. Out they step in matching purple robes and wrestling boots with black Oakley shades on with purple inserts. They start towards the ring with the crowd dancing to the music. They climb into the ring as purple, white, and black streamers are thrown into the ring by the fans. The PYT's disrobe and get ready for action after handing their shades to Anderson.

Kyle Steel: This tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the team of Adam Young and Axl Erickson....the Pretty Young Things.

Erin Robbins: So, uh, this is Adam Young's....uh, I can't remember how many tag team partners he's had.

Zach Davis: Save yourself the headache.

"Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless like water"

A voice that sounds kind of like Bruce Lee rings out through the arena answered by another older voice telling the people that this is not an easy thing to do, a samurai inspired instrumental with a hip hop beat plays across the arena as Caliban and Sinnesy Rose emerge from the curtain. Caliban is calm, his face intense hiding all the egotistical swagger that lies beneath, he drops to a knee and beckons the camera in close before holding up his fists showing the "here goes" tattooed across them, he then jumps up to his feet leaping high into the air and coming down with a massive bang and a pyro of flames screaming at the top of his voice


Kyle Steele: Making their way to ring at this time, representing Sequitus, Caliban and Jordan Ciserano
Sinney stands behind him smiling at his behaviour, he is basically bouncing as he makes his way from the stage getting in the face of the crowd, he reaches the bottom of the ramp and Cali runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first followed by a quick kip up into a standing corkscrew back flip landing back on his feet. The entrance ends with Caliban sitting on the top rope with Sinnesy playing with his hair on the apron. Both are waiting watching the ramp or opponent intently

Jordan Ciserano is following Caliban throughout this entire entrance.

Zach Davis: Jordan Ciserano is back, and so is Sequitus!

Erin Robbins: Yeah, and of course, they should be able to take care of business pretty easy!

Zach Davis: You know just as well as anyone that anything can happen in WCF!

Caliban and Young are in the ring to start the match.


The referee calls for the bell to be rung and the match to get started. Caliban quickly makes his way towards Adam Young, but lays into Caliban with some big right hands to knock him backwards. The fans boo Adam Young on until he is cut off with a knee to the midsection from Caliban. Caliban grabs hold of Young by the back of the head and runs him into the corner of the ring before smashing him face first into the turnbuckle. Adam Young staggers backwards, and Caliban hits him with a clubbing double axe handle blow from behind! Caliban pulls Adam Young up to a standing position, before tossing him hard back down to the mat with a scoop slam. Adam Young slowly rises up to his feet, but Caliban grabs him by the arm and shoots him into the ropes. Adam Young bounces into the middle of the ring, but quickly gets clotheslined hard back down to the mat. With Adam Young down on the mat, Caliban makes the cover.



Adam Young kicks out!

Erin Robbins: Don't worry, this match should be over soon with SEQUITUS winning!

Caliban makes the tag to Ciserano. Ciserano quickly grabs hold of Adam Young and pulls the powerful superstar up to a standing position. Ciserano tosses Adam Young into the ropes again, but as Adam Young bounces back he nails his opponent with a big spinebuster! The fans boo the big move from Adam Young who lays into his opponent with some big mounted punches. Ciserano fights his way back up to a standing position, but before he can get any momentum going he is hit with a running shoulder tackle off of the ropes from Adam Young.




Zach Davis: Jordan doesn't seem to be looking good upon his return so far.

Erin Robbins: He'll get it together! Believe me!

Adam Young makes the tag to Axl Erickson! Axl pulls Ciserano up to his feet. Axl positions Ciserano for a DDT, but Ciserano manages to counter the move by spinning out of the front face lock and then running at Axl to hit a clothesline. Ciserano pulls Axl up to his feet and nails him with a big head butt to send him staggering backwards. The crowd cheer Ciserano as he runs at Axl, and out of no where Axl counters with a back drop! Ciserano staggers up to his feet but is quickly grabbed from behind by Axl who hits him with a facebuster. With Ciserano down on the mat, the crowd cheer as Axl slowly begins to walk around the ring taunting the crowd! However before Axl has a chance to turn around, Ciserano grabs him in a sleeper hold. Ciserano tries to wear down Axl in the sleeper hold, but Axl quickly counters with a go behind on Ciserano into a sleeper hold of his own! With his arms locked around the head of Ciserano he locks the move in tighter. Ciserano slowly begins to fade has to falls to one knee. Ciserano falls to both knees, and then Axl lifts him up on his shoulders. Jordan slips out and then rolls up Axl from behind.




Zach Davis: Sequitus is back in control! Jordan seems to have the ring rust worked off.

Caliban jumps to the top and flies off..

Erin Robbins: CALIBOOM!

And into one more pin!





The bell sounds as Caliban and Ciserano get their arms raised high in the air as Pretty Young Things regroups.

Scott Savage/John Gable Segment

Scott Savage paces back and forth across his office, and impatient glare plastered across his face. He only looks up when he hears a knock at the door. He opens it, and in walks John Gable. Scott quickly closes the door behind him.

John Gable: I came as quick as I could. What’s going on?

Scott Savage: Listen to me and listen good. Waylon Cash has become a very serious problem for us, and we need to take care of it tonight.

John Gable: You’re kidding me. Chelsea told me you were saying things like this, but I didn’t believe her.

Scott Savage: Yeah, I tried to get Chelsea to take him out, but she couldn’t manage to do it. I need you to take over where she left off.

John Gable: Are you crazy? Why don’t you just kick him out of S-PAC?

Scott Savage: Because then he becomes our enemy, and he is even more dangerous to us then.

John Gable: So what, you want me to injure him?

Scott Savage: Yes. Look, I know it sounds terrible, but I am doing this for Waylon. He needs time off to get his head together, and he’ll never take it voluntarily. If you want to help Waylon, you have to hurt him. Besides, with Waylon out of the picture, you become the crown jewel of S-PAC. With Waylon gone, they will all look to you as a leader, and the entire company will look upon you as something to fear deeply.

John Gable thinks for a while.

John Gable: Alright fine. I’ll take care of the problem.

Scott Savage: I knew I could count on you. Go get ready.

Gable runs off toward the locker room, as Scott looks on with a grimace of frustration on his face.

Michael Easton/Isaiah Chavis vs Maddog Diamond/Jay Omega

We come back from commercial with a shot of Maddog "Dean" Diamond already in the ring warming up as his music plays over the speakers.

Zach Davis: Welcome back to Slam! Are you ready for some tag team action? Well you better get ready because we have it coming next!

The arena lights dim, and the 'Tron shows a dark, empty field in the midst of a rainstorm. "Become the Storm" begins to play, the gentle intro blending with the images and sounds of rain and thunder.

Kyle Steel: Introducing his tag team partner...

Twenty three seconds in, a bolt of lightning strikes the field, and the song's pace picks up. A man's silhouette becomes visible in the field, and he begins walking forward. He reaches the camera, and raises his bowed head. Just then, a bolt of lightning strikes the screen behind him, accompanied by an explosion on the stage in a flare of blinding white light. When sight returns, the lights return to normal, and Jay Omega is standing at the top of the ramp, looking out over the crowd.

Kyle Steel: From Sativa City, in the Imperial Isle of Maritopia, he stands six feet, one inch tall, and weighs in at two hundred twenty six pounds... JAY OMEGA!

Paying little to no attention to the mass of screaming fans, Omega makes his way down the ramp. Once at ringside, the Omega Man walks around the right side of the ring, and hops up onto the apron, then turns to face the crowd. He scans the crowd from right to left, then raises both arms above his head, index and pinky fingers extended. Jay makes a quarter turn to the right, and hops over the top rope, then climbs to the second turnbuckle of the left corner furthest from the entryway. He raises his right fist into the air and poses for a few moments, causing the arena to be lit up in a strobe effect, from a multitude of camera flashes, before leaping off the turnbuckle with a backflip. He poses in the center of the ring for a moment, with his right arm raised, index and pinky fingers extended, then moves to his designated corner.

Kyle Steel: And introducing their opponents...

"Get Got" by Death Grips plays over the stadiums sound system. Michael Easton steps out from behind the curtain and quickly walks down the entrance ramp, his eyes set on the ring.

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, weighing in from Albany, New York; weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds...MICHAEL EASTON!

The crowd boos and jeers, but he refuses to acknowledge there comments, he moves forward and ascends the steel steps before slipping between the top and middle rope.

Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner...

"Down With Us" by Twiztid begins to bump over the P.A. system, and Isaiah dances out onto the entrance ramp. He throws his fists in the air, and encourages the crowd to make more noise as he jumps up and down.

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds, and standing five feet, eleven inches tall. He hails from Detroit Michigan. He is the Juggalo Warrior... Isaiah Chavis!

Isaiah dances down to the bottom of the ramp, and stops. HE slaps the floor, and then raises his hands up, one making a "W" sign and one making a "C". He lets out a loud "Whoop whoop" which is returned by a small section of the crowd. He smiles at the group of painted fans before rolling under the bottom rope. He pops up and runs over to the corner. He leaps into the air, and lands on the top turnbuckle, using his hands only a little to steady himself. Once he finds his balance, he stands tall, throwing his fists up in the air as the crowd cheers. He lowers his arms, and does a backflip off the top rope, stumbling a bit, but landing on his feet. Isaiah leans against the turnbuckle with a cocky smirk as his music dies.


The referee signals for the bell as Diamond is arguing with Omega that he wants to start for their team. Easton and Chavis apparently aren't going to wait for them to work it out as they charge their opponents and attack them.

Erin Robbins: What the hell?

The referee tries to break them up to no avail. Easton ends up tossing Omega through the ropes and to the floor as Chavis hammers away at Diamond's face with right hands. Easton joins him and they double team Diamond in the corner. The referee is finally able to get Chavis out of the ring and sends him to his corner. Easton pulls Diamond out of the corner and hits him with the Cat's Cradle. Easton with the pin attempt.




Zach Davis: That's it?!?!

Erin Robbins: ...I guess so.

"Get Got" by Death Grips hits as Omega is looking at Diamond with disbelief. Easton gets to his feet as Chavis joins him in the ring and they celebrate the victory.

Zach Davis: And I don't even know what to say about this one. Maddog "Dean" Diamond was trying to tell Omega he wanted to start this match and then from out of nowhere Easton hits him with the Cat's Cradle and gets the win. Omega looks like he's ready to rip that apron to shreds.

Slam goes to commercial as Easton and Chavis continue to celebrate.

Alex Richards Segment

The camera opens as the three goons Doctor Remus Micayle hired walks into a washroom. They enter silently and proceed to the urinals. It seems almost a comical sight, except that they just seemed so damn… dangerous. What’s happening, you may ask?

Even more stalking of the WCF Hardcore Champion.

The camera rotates to the back and pans up. In one of the cubicles is Alexander Richards, humming happily as he continues on his business. The three men glance at one another, before nodding. Apparently satisfied, they turn away and walks off, strange smile on their faces, leaving the Archduke of Mass Confusion to his toilet time.

Non-Title Match
Seifer Black vs Alex Richards

The opening bars of I'm not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks begins and Alex Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his smile. He holds his doctor's bag in one hand and with the other he takes turns slapping hands, hugging, signing autographs, high fiving, and occasionally delivering a more good natured then used to hard slap to a fan's hand. He wears his rusty bed spring, or as he calls it hardcore title over his shoulder with the real hardcore championship around his waist.

Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills or Zima... "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards!

Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent...

The lights go off as the screen goes to static and 515 by Slipknot soars around the arena as a voice shouts the word death as horrific imagery flashes across the screen till everything goes black and black smoke covers the stage and ramp and blood drips onto the screen spelling out Seifer Black Armstrong... Suddenly Babylon AD by Cradle of Filth blasts out from the speakers. But there's no Seifer. Everyone is rather confused as the lights come back on.

Erin Robbins: Well this is embarrassing. Does, uh, anyone know where Seifer is?

Zach Davis: I'm being told now that no one has seen him all day.

Erin Robbins: Well now what do we do?

The referee listens to the voice in his earpiece and walks over to Richards. The referee raises his arm in victory as he shrugs his shoulders.

Kyle Steel: And the winner of this match via forfeit...ALEXANDER RICHARDS!

Zach Davis: Well just like that Alexander Richards gets the win!

Erin Robbins: And more importantly he's going to be the only person walking into the Ultimate Showdown Match at 100%.

Zach Davis: That's true! Good for him!

Slam cuts to commercial as a confused Richards exits the ring and heads to the back.

Waylon Cash Segment

Waylon Cash steps down the hallway, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He ignores a hurried stage hand as he asks him where Seth is, before turning and stepping into his locker room. He sets his bag down, but stops as he notices something sitting on the end of the bench. When he approaches, he sees that it is a tape recorder with a sticky note on it. The sticky note just says “play me”.

Waylon Cash: The fuck?

Waylon’s thumb comes down on the play button, and a look of rage spreads across his face immediately. The sound from the recorder is the conversation that Scott and Gable had earlier. With every word Waylon’s teeth clench tighter and tighter, the anger welling up deep inside of him. He hits stop, and stares at the device in his hand for a few moments, before crushing it between his fingers.

Waylon Cash: Alright… I see how it is.

He turns on his heel, and storms out the door.

Hyena/Nathan von Liebert/Chelsea Armstrong vs Grayson Pierce/New Confederacy vs Jonny Fly/Jayson Price/Corey Black

As we come back from commercials, each team is already in the ring.

Zach Davis: What? No entrances?

Erin Robbins: We've got nine participants in here, Zach. Seth could either show their entrances or air commercials and make money. What do you think he picked?

Zach Davis: I've heard rumors that women tune in to Pantheon entrances and matches just to masturbate. So Seth missed out on that. Also, Erin, get your hand out of your pants.

Erin Robbins: ...

One person from each team starts the match. Hyena chooses to start for his, and Doc Henry for his.

Zach Davis: And for Pantheon-

Before Pantheon can even discuss it, Corey Black runs at Henry and Clotheslines him down!

Erin Robbins: Huh.

The fans roar as Henry gets back to his feet and Black pulls him in...


Black drops Henry with a Burning Hammer! He drops to pin him!



Erin Robbins: NO!, Hyena breaks it up!

Indeed, Hyena breaks up the pin attempt. Henry rolls out of the ring as Hyena hits Corey with some clubbing blows to the back. Hyena spins Corey around and then drops him with a Discus Punch. Johnny Reb enters the match by Springboarding and taking Hyena down with a Missile Dropkick!

Zach Davis: Johnny Reb is a future Hall of Famer and a true legend in pro wrestling, and here he comes!

Black is up, Reb drops him with a Jawbreaker. Corey holds his face as Reb runs to the ropes, Springboards, and takes him down with a Bulldog. He runs to the ropes again, Springboards again, and this time drops onto Corey with a Moonsault into pin!



No!, Corey kicks out!

Erin Robbins: Not going to defeat the Trios Cup Champions that easily.

Hyena grabs Reb and lifts him up and drops him with an Atomic Drop. He quickly changes positions and executes a German Suplex into the bridge pin!



No!, Pierce breaks it up!

Zach Davis: Here is Livewire!

Reb rolls out of the ring, as does Corey Black. Jonny Fly hits the ring and Livewire becomes legal. Fly and Livewire begin brawling, exchanging blows.

Erin Robbins: Talking about future Hall of Famers, this newcomer is going toe to toe with Jonny Fly!

For several moments neither Fly nor Pierce can get the upper hand but eventually the former World Champion sends Pierce reeling. Fly throws Pierce to the ropes but Pierce reverses the irish whip, sending Fly into the ropes instead, and as Fly comes back Grayson Pierce hits the Dropkick!

Zach Davis: BEAUTIFUL Dropkick from Livewire!

Pierce pins Fly, hooking the leg.



Erin Robbins: WHAT AN UPSET!

No!, Fly kicks out!

Zach Davis: Ain't that easy to pin the former multi time World Champion.

Livewire lifts Fly up and throws him out of the ring. He turns and is then face to face with Hyena. Hyena kicks Livewire in the gut, doubling him over, and then executes a Fisherman's Suplex into a bridge pin!



Erin Robbins: No! Another kickout!

Hyena rolls away and tags in Chelsea Armstrong. Chelsea comes in and runs at Livewire, who just leaned up against a turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: Corner Splash!

Jayson Price enters the match but Chelsea ducks a Clothesline from him and hits an Arm Drag. Price gets back up and gets another Arm Drag. He gets up against and Chelsea throws him to the corner, runs at him and hits another Corner Splash!

Erin Robbins: Chelsea Armstrong is on fire!

Zach Davis: Somebody call an ambulance!

Erin Robbins: Not literally, Zach.

Price stumbles out of the corner and Chelsea runs at him..


Chelsea kicks Price's head into another dimension and drops down to pin him.



No!, Reb breaks it up!

Erin Robbins: That was close! But Johnny Reb isn't going to let the match slip away like that.

Chelsea stands up and tosses Reb out of the ring before tagging in Nathan von Liebert.

Zach Davis: We're seeing very, very different personalities work together. But Ultimate Showdown is coming up and it's a HUGE opportunity for everyone involved. Chelsea Armstrong and Nathan von Liebert want the momentum that comes with winning here tonight.

In comes Nathan von Liebert, who goes face to face with Livewire. Nathan kicks him in the gut and executes a Crucifix Powerbomb!

Erin Robbins: DAMN!

Zach Davis: He's Mr. Ultimate Showdown!

Nathan drops and pins Livewire, hooking the leg.



No!, Livewire kicks out!

Erin Robbins: So close!

NvL is hit from behind by Jayson Price! Price spins NvL around and hits a European Uppercut. The former Champion is sent reeling, but comes right back at Price, running at him. Price catches him and executes a Release Belly to Belly!

Zach Davis: Beautiful move, hit perfectly by Price!

Price pins Nathan.



No!, Nathan gets the shoulder up!

Erin Robbins: Not quite!

Price lifts Nathan up but Nathan breaks away and clubs Price in the face. He then picks Price in the gut, doubling him over, and drops him with a Double Arm DDT!

Zach Davis: Pin attempt!



No!, this time both Fly and Black break it up. Despite the ref's protests, they continue to fight as Chelsea Armstrong and Hyena hit the ring.

Erin Robbins: All hell is breaking loose!

Doc Henry reenters the match, and soon all nine men are brawling!

Zach Davis: I can't even keep track of what's happening here!

Neither can anyone else, except Jayson Price, who is able to drop Doc Henry with THE DOWNFALL!

Erin Robbins: INTO THE PIN!




Zach Davis: Amidst all the chaos, Jayson Price scores the win!

The crowd pops but... everyone still continues brawling.

Erin Robbins: Great effort by everyone but it was still a six man tag match, and Ultimate Showdown is still next week! There is so much on the line!

Eventually, Livewire and Hyena have focused on one another and they're brawling on the outside and they brawl out into the crowd. NvL and Price brawl themselves, Black has been knocked out by Chelsea Armstrong. Chelsea escapes up the ramp, as does the New Confederacy. Jonny Fly stands alone in the ring.

Zach Davis: We still don't know who Fly is facing next week-

Suddenly, a huge man is in the ring. He spins Fly around and executes a Spinning Rock Bottom.



The fans boo like crazy as Joe plants the former World Champion on the mat! He stomps Fly over and over and over.

Erin Robbins: We haven't seen Joe in many, many months! And Seth has brought him back to fight Jonny Fly!?

And Joe picked the perfect moment. Price and NvL are still brawling and Corey is still knocked out; there is no one to help him. Joe stomps Fly in the ribs several times before lifting him up once more and throwing him to the ropes. As Fly comes back..


He's got the Torture Rack locked in! The fans boo more and more as Joe racks Jonny Fly. After several moments Joe lets Fly drop. Fly smartly rolls away, clutching his ribs in pain.

Erin Robbins: Jonny Fly may be injured, Zach. He's not even going to make it to Ultimate Showdown.

Zach Davis: Steeltoe Joe has made an impact here tonight, that's for damn sure.

Erin Robbins: Yes indeed. Steeltoe Joe is back!

Scott Savage/Waylon Cash Segment

Scott Savage sits in his office, his feet placed up on his long, oak desk. He takes a sip from a glass of amber liquid, not surprised when Waylon comes bursting through the door.

Waylon Cash: So that’s how it is you piece of shit?

Scott looks annoyed, and stands from his seat.

Scott Savage: I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.

Waylon Cash: You know god damn well what I’m talkin’ about. You’re tryin’ to take me out! Did you think I was fuckin’ stupid?! Did you think I wouldn’t find out?!

Scott drops his gaze to the floor, and lets out a long sigh.

Scott Savage: Waylon, listen-

Waylon Cash: No, you listen! I’m done with you. i’m done with you, I’m done with S-PAC I’m done with all of it. You just made a huge mistake brother. Now, instead of me bein’ an ally, you got Waylon Cash as an enemy, and you of all people know how dangerous that can be.

Scott Savage: Waylon-

Waylon Cash: And another thing, I had a talk with Seth. That little exhibition match you set up? That’s a TV title match now, and I’m gonna take it outta your little puppets hands with a smile on my face. Then I’m comin’ for you.

Waylon turns around and storms off, not giving Scott a chance to respond. The large manager slams his fist down on the desk, making a loud bang before picking up his phone and dialing Gable’s number.

Internet Title Match
Zombie McMorris vs Arabella Montgomery

Zach Davis: Here we are folks, it's time for the Internet Title match. The first of four title matches tonight. Four matches that could drasticly change the landscape of The Ultimate Showdown match.

Erin Robbins: Exactly right, Zach. Arabella Montgomery puts her title on the line against the former two time champion.

Zach Davis: I don't know about you but I'm not about to count Arabella out of this match. She did beat Caliban to claim the title and he's a two time champion himself.

Erin Robbins: Right again. ZMAC knows what it takes to get that belt but Arabella does too. This should be a great match.

“Gods Gonna Cut You Down” hits the PA system as Buddy Roman walks out on stage with a microphone and heads towards the ring.

Erin Robbins: The fans are giving Roman some mixed reactions. He's not very well received here in New Jersey.

Buddy Roman: I guess that is to be expected from you people. A people who can not recognize true talent when they see it. For those of you who are unaware; my name is Vincent Buddy Roman. For those of you unaware I manage one of thee most disturbed, violent and sadistic men to ever grace a ring. I manage the man who shelved many superstars. I manage a man who destroyed stabled. A manage a man who is regarded as one of the best shit talkers this industry has ever seen. He's loud- he's crude- He makes no apoligies for it. Ladies and gentleman, I give you The next Internet Champion and Soon to be, World Champion... The Coked Up Mad Man. The Evil Incarnate.. Zombie McMorris!

“Never Gonna Stop” hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Rob Zombie Vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.

Zach Davis: ZMAC, the challenger, in the ring. We're just waiting on The Champion.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentleman, the following match is schedule for one fall and is for the WCF Internet Championship. Currently in The ring, Standing at sic foot six inches and weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds... Hailing from parts unknown... ZOMBIE... MCMORRIS!

Cupid Carries a Gun by Marilyn Manson Hits the PA system.

Kyle Steel: And the Champion..standing five foot six and weighing in one hundred and fifteen pounds.. from the deep south.. The Queen of the Cauldron.. Arabella Montgomery!

Music bellows over the p.a. system as smoke fills both the entrance and ramp way. The lights repeatedly flicker as the smoke begins to clear, revealing Arabella midway down the ramp. As she reaches the ring, a black cauldron begins lowering into the center of the ring. Smoke flows over the smoldering cauldron as Arabella slides into the ring via under the bottom rope and makes her way to the cauldron before kneeling down next to it.

Buddy Roman: Thats cute. Whadaa ya' got in there? Dry ice? Little something to make it smoke. All gimmicks no substance. Zombie McMorris is going to –

Zach Davis: whoa! Hang on!

Erin Robbins: Arabella just kicked over that cauldron! Budy Roman flees the ring and ZMACs legs are covered in some sort of boiling liquid!

Zach Davis: ZMAC bumps backwards between the middle ropes, outside the ring, up against the guard rail.


Erin Robbins: Match has started.

Arabella runs and leaps onto the top rope, spring boring off the top with a huge clothesline that sends her and ZMAC over the guard rail. Arabella gets to her feet, picking up ZMAC and hammering away at his head which sends him back over the rail towards the ring apron. Arabella gets on the guard rail and tries for the flying cross body but its caught by ZMAC, who heaves her into the guard rail.


ZMAC goes over to Arabella picking her up and rolls her into the ring. ZMAC pulls Arabellas head around, dangling it over the apron before hitting an elbow shot. Arabella holds her face, pulling her body back inside the ring.

5.. 6..

ZMAC gets in the ring and starts stomping away as Arabella gets to her feet. ZMAC goes for a clothesline but takes taken down by an arm drag.

Zach Davis: Arm drag into a wrist lock. Arabella, applying the pressure.

Erin Robbins: ZMAC cant beat you up from that position.

Zach Davis: Arm bar being applied. Keeping The six foot six brawler grounded. The ref checking to see of ZMAC will tap out but gets told no.

Erin Robbins: ZMAC trying to make it to the ropes with those long legs of his. That tall frame being put to good use.

Zach Davis: Rope break! The ref is tellin Arabella to release the hold.


Erin Robbins: She does.

ZMAC gets to his feet, holding onto the ropes as Arabella charges him but gets dumped over the ropes.

Zach Davis: Arabella hangs on. She floated over back onto the apron.

Erin Robbins: Reserve neck breaker by Arabella!

ZMAC staggers back into the middle of the ring.

Erin Robbins: Arabella! Springboard drop kick!

The pin.




Zach Davis: ZMAC kicks out at two.

Erin Robbins: Arabella starts kicking away at ZMAC. She wants to keep that title.

Zach Davis: Arabella wants her belt. She wants that spot in Ultimate Showdown.

ZMAC gets to his feet. Arabella starts hammering away.

Erin Robbins: ZMAC with a knee to the gut.

Zach Davis: ZMAC hooks Arabella up for a suplex – but she floats over... chop block!

ZMAC drops to a kick as Arabella hits the ropes for a front dropkick but its caught by ZMAC.

Zach Davis: ZMAC with a kick to the gut into slingshot!

Erin Robbins: Arabella clings to the ropes and comes back with an elbow!


Zach Davis: ZMAC with a Zombie Drop!

The pin!




Erin Robbins: Arabella kicks out!

ZMAC starts stomping away at Arabella. She tries to get away, rolling into the cornerbut ZMAC continues to stomp and kicks her out of the ring. Arrabella rolls out of the ring and tries to regroup.

Zach Davis: Here comes ZMAC! Suicide dive!

Erin Robbins: Arabella moves out of the way!

Zach Davis: ZMAC crashes head first into the guard rail.


Arabella climbs back into the ring as ZMAC tries to get up. Arabella goes to the top rope and jumps off with an Ax handle but she's caught by ZMAC and rammed spine first into the steel post! ZMAC rolls Arabella back into the ring. He sets her up in corner for a tornado DDT but Arabella reverses with a suplex! She hangs onto the ropes and hits a big split leg moonsault.

The pin.




Arabella gets to her feet and climbs the turn buckle again, waiting for ZMAC to get back up.

Erin Robbins: Arabella with a seated senton!

Zach Davis: ZMAC catches her. Hanging on, he looks to go for a powerbomb.

Erin Robbins: Reversed! Dragonrana pin!

The pin.





ZMAC kicks out!

Zach Davis: He reserves into a pin.




Erin Robbins: Arabella kicks out!

Zach Davis: ZMAC going for a boston crab but Arabella rolls through and ZMAC falls through the middle rope.

Arabella gets up and tries to Suplex ZMAC back into the ring but ZMAC lifts her up only for Arabell to land next to ZMAC.

Erin Robbins: ZMAC with an elbow.


Zach Davis: Arabella with a pele kick! The backward bicycle kick as she flips over the ropes and back into the ring.

ZMACs barly hanging onto the ropes,trying to hold on with one hand as Arabella hits the ropes and comes at ZMAC with a spear!


Erin Robbins: ZMAC lands throat first on that guard rail. ZMACS hung up on that guard rail.

Zach Davis: Erin Robbins: Arabella with a leaping senton!


Arabella and ZMAC slowly get to the feet. Arabella takes a steps back into the crowd and charges ZMAC but ZMAC hits a snap powerslam through the guard rail.

Zach Davis: They just broke the guard rail!


Erin Robbins: ZMAC taking out that vile and takes a bump!

Zach Davis: Hes coking up!

8.. 9..

ZMAC quickly rolls back into the ring and back out to break the ref count. He goes over to Arabella..


Erin Robbins: Falling double knee smash by Arabella.

Arabella picks up ZMAC and rolls him back into the ring and sets him up.


Erin Robbins: The Grand Rite!

The pin..




Zach Davis: The coked up ZMAC powers out.

ZMAC hits the ropes and goes for a clothesline.


ZMAC turns and picks Arabella up for a pile driver.

Zach Davis: That motor boatin son of a bitch!


Erin Robbins: Dump out pile driver! Deuce and a Half!

The pin..



3 !!!

Zach Davis: He did it! He did it! Zombie McMorris is a three time Internet Champion!

Erin Robbins: He's going to Ultimate showdown!

Buddy Roman gets into the ring and hands ZMAC the classic Sin City style Internet belt as ZMAC takes to the top turn buckle and shows it off to the crowd!

Erin Robbins: Thats a very dangerous man thats heading into the Pay Per View!

Television Title Match
Waylon Cash vs John Gable

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is for the WCF Cinema championship!

“Criminals” by Big B hits the P.A., and Waylon comes stomping out onto the entrance ramp, a look of nothing but rage on his face.

Zach Davis: Waylon Cash does not look happy tonight.

Erin Robbins: Would you be happy? He just found out his manager was trying to injure him. I’d be a little cranky too.

Waylon walks down the ramp quickly, and slides under the bottom rope. He immediately grabs a mic from the attendant.

Waylon Cash: Shut off my fuckin’ music!

The sound technician obeys, but the crowd just fills in the quiet space with angry shouting.

Waylon Cash: This is it! I’m done! After what I been through, Waylon Cash deserves better than this bullshit! Tonight is the beginin’ of a new chapter, one written in the blood of everyone associated with Scott Savage, and tonight it starts with John Gable. I officially renounce S-PAC. Not just that, I renounce all of you. I stand here to tell you I don’t need anybody. Not Scott, not S-PAC, not Roxxanne, and definitely not a bunch of brayin’ sheep like y’all!

The crowd only shouts louder.

Waylon Cash: Matter of fact, get that fuckin’ weasel out here! John, I know you’re waitin’ back there with your shiny little title belt, come on out here!

It takes a moment, but John Gable steps out onto the entrance platform, Scott Savage following closely behind.

Waylon Cash: Oh good, it’s both of you. Here’s how we’re gonna do this. You wanna hurt me? Fine, you can try. I’ll even make it easy for you. Tonight, that belt of yours gets defended under hardcore rules!

The crowd seems interested in this. Scott and Gable confer silently, before Gable shouts his acceptance of the terms.

Waylon Cash: I was hopin’ you’d accept!

Waylon jumps out of the ring, and begins sprinting toward Gable. Gable drops the belt, and runs. They meet halfway down the ramp, and immediately begin trading flurries of punches. They fight their way up onto the entrance stage, and continue hitting each other. Waylon slowly starts to get the upper hand. He backs Gable up against the edge of the platform. With each punch Gable reels backward, trying like crazy to keep his balance. Waylon pulls back to deliver the knockout blow, but Gable ducks it, causing them to switch places. Now it is Waylon struggling not to fall to the concrete, as Gable hits him with right hand after right hand. Gable jumps to dropkick him off the edge, but Waylon dives out of the way, saving himself. Both men jump up, and Waylon charges at Gable. Gable counters, hitting him with a high hiptoss. Waylon goes sailing off the stage, and crashing hard to the concrete below.

Erin Robbins: This match hasn’t even started, and Waylon may be out of it!

Gable jumps down to the floor, and lifts the barely conscious Waylon Cash to his feet. He rolls the man onto the ramp, and climbs on. He drags Waylon down to the ring, and rolls him under the bottom rope. John follows, and waits long enough for the ref to ring the bell and start the match, before covering for the pin.



...No! Waylon gets the shoulder up. Gable lifts him to his feet, and tosses him into the corner. GAble then approaches, and hits him with a few stiff knife edge chops across the chest. Cash stumbles out of the corner, and Gable bounces off the ropes, going for a bulldog. Waylon ducks it, and pushes him forward, shooting him off the opposite ropes. On the comeback, Waylon jumps and hits Gable with a dropkick to the face, sending both men to the mat.

Erin Robbins: Waylon starting to come back here, but he took a heavy beating early on. He may not have enough left in the tank.

Waylon drags himself up, and begins stomping on the ribs of John Gable. He does this until Gable manages to grab the ropes, and drag himself to the outside. Waylon doesn’t wait long to follow, but he doesn’t attack immediately either. Instead, he begins rummaging around under the ring. It doesn’t take him long to pull out a kendo stick, and brandish it with a wicked smile on his face. He waits for Gable to stand, and takes a mighty swing. Gable drops down at the last second, hitting Waylon with a dropkick to the knee. Cash collapses to the ground, grabbing his leg and howling in pain.

Zach Davis: And that’s what John Gable does! This man is capable of turning a match around in an instant, and he did it right there.

Erin Robbins: Things certainly don’t look good for Waylon Cash.

Gable picks up the Kendo stick, and doesn’t waste any time. He brings it down four times in rapid succession on Waylon’s back. Each crack is louder than the last, as Waylon writhes on the ground. Cash grabs the steps, and brings himself to a standing position. Gable drops the kendo stick, and starts delivering hard right hands to Waylon’s skull. He backs him up against the steel guardrail, and then backs up. He sprints forward and goes for a running double knee, but Waylon dives out of the way, causing John to crash into the railing. He falls to the ground, and both men lay there for a moment, recovering. Waylon doesn’t get long, before Scott Savage walks up and begins stomping away on his spine.

Zach Davis: Oh come on! This is disgusting! Scott Savage has no business interfering in this match!

Erin Robbins: Well, Waylon Cash is the one who wanted to make it a hardcore match. This is the kind of thing that comes with it.

Scott lifts Waylon up, and tosses him across the announce table, causing Zach and Erin to scatter. Scott looks like he is going to continue his attack, but stops when he hears the crowd erupt in applause. He turns to look down the entrance ramp, to see ISaiah Chavis running down. The painted wrestler slides into the ring, and leaps over the top rope, crashing down onto Scott. Once Waylon rolls out of their way, Zach and Erin retake their seats and headsets.

Zach Davis: My god! It looks like ISaiah Chavis is not happy with how this match is going down!

Erin Robbins: From what I understand, Isaiah has been friends with both Scott and Waylon for a few years now. I imagine he wants to see a fair fight like the rest of us.

Isaiah hits Scott with a crossbody block that sends them both tumbling over the railing. Once they both stand, they brawl through the audience, taking themselves away from the match. Gable is now to his feet, and stealing a chair from a fan at ringside. Waylon has barely managed to crawl to his hands and knees, but Gable doesn’t care. He brings the chair down hard across his back, sending him to the concrete again.

Zach Davis: Well, Isaiah got Scott out of here, but the damage has been done.

The chair crashes down several times on Waylon. Gable stops only when the chair becomes too bent to use. He then tosses Waylon into the ring and goes for the pin.





Waylon gets his shoulder up.

Zach Davis: I am loathed to say anything good about Waylon Cash, but the resiliency he showed right there is one of the reasons he has been on top for the last two years.

Erin Robbins: Well I love saying nice things about Waylon Cash, and you’re right.

Gable rolls out of the ring, and grabs the Cinema championship from the timekeeper, before rolling back inside, and standing in the corner. He screams for Waylon to get up, which he slowly does. Once he is standing, GAble runs forward, and swings with the belt, but Waylon ducks it. Gable spins around, only to get caught with a right hand from Waylon. Gable drops the belt. Another right hand, Gable stumbles backwards into the ropes. He comes back at Waylon, but Cash htis him with a kick to the gut, followed up by a quick DDT and a cover.



...No! Gable kicks out. Waylon grabs the Cinema title, and stands to his feet, ready to clock Gable. Gable stands, and is immediately caught with the gold belt. He falls to the ground, blood now pouring from a wound in his forehead. Waylon goes for the cover again.




NO! John Gable gets his shoulder up at the last second. Waylon slams his fists on the mat in anger, and jumps back to his feet. He waits until Gable is standing again, and bounces off the ropes. On the rebound he goes for a clothesline. Gable ducks it, and Waylon bounces off the other ropes. On the second rebound Gable hits him with a kick to the gut, before scooping him up and hitting him with a Falcon Arrow brainbuster.

Zach Davis: The Maltese Falcon! And Gable pins him!




Kyle Steel: Your winner, and STILL WCF Cinema champion… John Gable!

Gable, still on his knees, grabs the belt and holds it high in the air. A small section of the crowd is actually cheering this victory, as blood streams down his face. He clutches the belt tight to his chest, as he rolls out of the ring. Waylon lays motionless on the mat, and E..M.T.s immediately run down the ramp to check on him.

Zach Davis: John Gable retaining the Cinema title, but Waylon Cash is not looking good right now.

Erin Robbins: No, it looks like they are loading him onto the stretcher, and all we can say is we hope for the best. We will update you when we know anything about the condition of Waylon Cash.

United States Title Match
Marina Valdivia vs ICE Beckman

"Maneater" by Nelly Furtado hits and the fans explode with a really loud pop. Marina appears on the stage, wearing a blue leather jacket and a white visor. The fans greet her with a raucous cheer as she smiles and makes her way to the ring.

Kyle Steel: This contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF United States Championship. Introducing the challenger, from SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA, weighing in at 128 pounds, the "Diamond Starlet", MARINA VALDIVIA!

Marina gets in the ring and takes off her jacket. She hops on the second rope to acknowledge the unbelievable ovation she's getting from her fans. She takes her visor off and throws it into the crowd as they continue to cheer her extremely loudly.

Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, another championship match is about to take place as Marina Valdivia challenges Natural ICE Beckman for the United States Championship. We have a special guest tonight actually, Mr. Eric Price. What brings you here?

Eric Price: I'm here so I can watch Marina choke, that's what I'm here for. I've said it before, I'll say it again. She doesn't have the makings of a star like she thinks she does in her own mind.

Erin Robbins: I'm so glad we can be in your presence! It is always an honor!

The arena is quiet with the lights all on when over the PA system you hear a man ask, "Are you Drunk yet?" as the crowd responds with a cheer "Feels Good Inc." by The Gorillaz hits the speakers. The lights begin to flash blue and white as two cannon shot of fake snow shoot out from the entrance area. Out from the snow comes Natural ICE Beckman holding a beer in his hand. He chugs the last half of the beer, then crushes the hand before tossing it into the crowd.

Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, from Foam Lake, Wisconsin. Weighing in 250lbs. He is known as The True Cold Drunk ...Natural ICE Beckman!!

ICE then smiles to the crowd going up and stealing beers from willing fans. He chugs the beers down the aisle until he reaches the ring. Once there he rolls into the ring, sitting up in the corner. He rests against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin and cleans his beard from the beer foam.

Eric Price: UNBEATABLE! That is what this man is! I can't believe Marina would be so stupid to challenge him!

Zach Davis: You goaded her into it!

Erin Robbins: She still stuck with the choice, so whatever happens tonight is her fault. And the outcome is obvious, ICE has got this in the bag!


Marina and Beckman start out by trading right hands back and forth for about 20 seconds. Beckman then gets a cheap thumb to the eye in, and then drills a suplex to gain control of the match. After that, Beckman applies a Boston crab to Marina. Marina struggles with the hold for a few seconds, and she starts to inch her way toward the ropes. Marina ends up grabbing the bottom rope after 21 seconds, but Beckman refuses to let go. The referee begins the five count, and at that point, Beckman breaks the hold. Marina gets up and Beckman picks her up and floors her to the ground with a death vally driver. After that, Beckman goes to stand on the apron. Beckman slingshots himself into a legdrop across the throat of Marina. He then decides to go for a cover.




Beckman then measures Marina as she tries to get to a vertical base. Marina gets up, and Beckman attempts a clothesline, but Marina ducks underneath it. Beckman turns around, and then Marina hits Beckman with some backhand chops across the chest, before whipping him to the corner. Beckman bounces off the turnbuckle, and then Marina floors him with a dropkick. After that, Marina applies a cobra clutch to her former tag team partner. Beckman struggles with it at first, but then he is able to get to a vertical base and elbow himself out of the hold. After that, he drops Marina with a headlock takeover. Marina gets up, and Beckman tries another clothesline, but Marina is able to counter it into an armdrag. Beckman gets up, and then Marina takes Beckman down with a high knee. Marina follows up with a standing moonsault and she hooks the leg for the cover.




Zach Davis: Nice back and forth action early on! It appears champion and challenger are evenly matched.

Erin Robbins: Yeah, but the longer this match goes, the advantage goes to the champion. It's going to take a miracle for ICE to lose.

Eric Price: Indeed! They're not evenly matched, I can tell you that for a fact.

Marina then goes to the top rope. Beckman gets up and Marina leaps from the top rope to attempt a hurricanrana, but Beckman grabs her and slams her to the mat with a powerbomb. Marina gets up, but Beckman kicks her in the gut hooks her arms and drives her into that mat with a double arm DDT. After that, he measures her. He gets her up to a vertical base, then he lifts her up and drills her with a Fisherman's suplex. Beckman then waits for Marina to get up. Once she does, Beckman lifts her in the air, and takes her down with an Electric Chair into the turnbuckle. Marina lays in the turnbuckle, and then Beckman drills her with a running knee right into the corner. Marina lays down, and she's looking to get up. She does, but in the end, Beckman takes her down with a forward Russian legsweep. Beckman turns Marina over, and he goes for the cover.




Beckman gets up, and he begins to bitch to the referee about the count, as he believes it was slow. In the meantime, Marina is able to get up and shake off the damage that she had taken just now. Beckman turns around, and Marina drills her with the chick kick. Marina then goes to the top rope to the indifference of the crowd. Beckman is able to get up, and Marina drills Beckman with a hurricanrana. The move sends Beckman into the ropes. Beckman bounces off of the ropes, and right back to Marina, who is waiting for him with a drop toe hold. Marina then gets on Beckman, and she applies a sharpshooter right in the center of the ring. The crowd goes crazy as Beckman tries to get to the bottom rope. Unfortunately for the fans, Beckman grabs the ropes after 30 seconds. Marina breaks the hold. Then, Marina steps back. Beckman gets up and Marina takes him down with a dropkick. Beckman gets up again, and then Marina kicks him in the gut and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker. Marina makes the cover on Beckman.




Marina gets up, and then she measures Beckman. Beckman is able to get to a vertical base. Once he does, Marina turns him around, kicks him in the gut, and tries to drop him with the swinging neckbreaker, but Beckman is able to escape the move. Beckman then shoves Marina right into the referee. The referee goes down. Beckman then picks Marina up and slams her to the mat with a sidewalk slam. Then, Beckman goes outside of the ring. He ends up grabbing a steel chair. Marina is getting up. Beckman goes inside the ring, and then clobbers Marina in the head with a steel chair. Then, Beckman picks up Marina. Beckman then drills the Hangover DDT on Marina. Beckman kicks the chair out of the ring, to get rid of the evidence. The referee has come to. He is fully conscious. The referee then makes the count, as the crowd boos.





Zach Davis: Beckman tried to cheat his way to a title defense, but it wasn't meant to be at that point!

Erin Robbins: No need to be displeased! She just took a nasty chair shot. This should be over soon enough!

Beckman gets Marina up to a vertical base. He drops to drop her with a Hangover DDT again, but this time, Marina manages to block it by shoving Beckman away. Beckman ends up in the corner. Marina steps back. Beckman comes after her but Marina drops him with a chick kick right across the jaw. Beckman goes down and Marina instantly climbs to the top rope. Marina doesn't waste her time whatsoever and she connects with the CALIFORNIA SPLASH! The fans are going insane as she instantly makes the cover.




Eric Price: HA!

Zach Davis: Eric, nobody said that winning the United States championship was going to be easy.

Erin Robbins: No, but.... Zach.... that was her best move. She couldn't beat him with her best move.

The fans aren't happy with that, but Marina remains calm and focused. She turns Beckman around and locks in the Cali Killer. The fans are urging ICE to tap out! They're ecstatic at the moment. Beckman initially struggles with the move, as he tries to pull himself to the ropes. Marina is trying to force a submission like she was able to last week. It seems like ICE is about to tap, but he makes one, final lunge toward the ropes and he's able to get the hold to be broken. Eric Price steps away from the announce table to observe the match at ringside.

Zach Davis: Where's he going?

Erin Robbins: He wants to see this title match up close and personal?

Beckman pulls himself up with the assistance of the top rope. Marina goes for a superkick, but ICE is able to get out of the way! ICE comes from behind out of nowhere to get the Cocktailed Crossface locked in. Now it's Marina struggling with the hold. After about a minute, it looks like she's fading. Stubbornness might be coming into play as she's not tapping out. But still, Marina, after two and a half minutes, makes one final reach for the rope....and she GETS IT! ICE breaks the hold, pulls her back to the center of the ring, and covers.




Beckman measures Marina as she gets up, very slowly. She's able to pull herself up. Beckman comes after her, but Marina counters with a superkick! ICE stumbles and falls on the ropes. He comes back to Marina off the ropes. Marina kicks him in the gut and drops him with a spinning DDT. Marina stumbles toward the corner as she tries to get to the top rope again. She does and again the fans go nuts. However, instead of jumping off for the California Splash, she's actually measuring Beckman from the top rope.

Beckman slowly gets up. Marina briefly flashes a "2" signal and her hardcore fans cheer as they know what's coming.


Once Beckman gets to a vertical base, is about to jump, but Eric Price swoops in and blasts Marina in the back of the head with a steel pipe. The referee never saw it.

Zach Davis: You've got to be kidding me!

Erin Robbins: GENIUS move by Eric Price!

Marina stumbles on the top rope, but doesn't fall. ICE walks over to her and gives her a suplex off the top rope. Afterwards, he gets her up, goes for, and connects with the Hangover DDT! The fans boo this as he makes the cover.




Kyle Steel: The winner of this match, and still the WCF United States Champion, Natural ICE Beckman!

Zach Davis: Wow, this is just wrong! Absolutely wrong! Eric Price just screwed Marina Valdivia out of the United States championship!

Erin Robbins: No he didn't! He set out to prove that ICE IS unbeatable! ICE is going to Ultimate Showdown! Hell yeah!

ICE celebrates with what he did, not giving a damn about the circumstances of his latest title defense. He heads straight to the back through the crowd booing him. Marina just kneels in the ring, in disbelief with what just happened. Eric Price slides inside of the ring and he instantly starts laughing at her and sarcastically applauding her. Marina stands up, seeing this. The expression on her face can't be read as he continues to laugh at her. She steps back and then NAILS PRICE with a chick kick to the jaw! The fans explode at the sight of this. Marina gets out of the ring and notices a chair. This causes her to become extremely angry as she grabs the chair and heads back inside the ring.

Zach Davis: Oh god, it looks like she's about to snap! You can't blame her!

Erin Robbins: How can you condone this? She's about to sign her own deathwish?

Eric is standing up, holding his jaw. Marina smacks the chair right across the skull and the fans are ecstatic to see this. Marina has snapped now, as she stabs Eric in the gut with the chair repeatedly until security comes to break it up. Security drags Marina from the ring as the fans boo this. She's incensed with what just happened, and she's chomping at the bit to get back at him. But, security is holding her back.

Zach Davis: Nobody can blame Marina for what she just did! She was so close to being United States champion, only to be screwed by Eric Price! Who knows how much more damage she would have caused had security not come around.

Erin Robbins: It's NO EXCUSE to violently assault someone like that! NO EXCUSE! At least Eric is going to be okay, thank god for security!

World Title Match
Logan vs Steve Orbit

Kyle Steel: The following match is set for one fall and it is for the WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

The slow march of a drum roll hits the speakers carrying into "Treachery" by Bleach.

Zach Davis: Last week on Slam Seth Lerch announced that Steve Orbit would be defending his WCF World Title against Logan, much to the confusion of the WCF audience.

Erin Robbins: The audience. Us. The locker room. Steve Orbit.

Zach Davis: So basically everyone except Seth and Logan?

Erin Robbins: Maybe even Logan!

Zach Davis: Well all that aside, Logan has proven before to be a hell of a competitor. You don't win 3 WAR Matches and be a 5 time WCF World Champion if you're not.

Erin Robbins: He's also proven to be a grade A nutjob. Between taking a nap during an entire World Title Match at Timebomb and that period where he pretended to be "Sarah Twilight"...

Suddenly Logan's music cuts and is replaced by "The Only One" by Evanescence.

Zach Davis: What the hell is this?!?!

Erin Robbins: Is Sarah Twilight back?!?!

As confused fans whisper amongst themselves, a group of men in red wigs and dresses begin to march out from the back.


The men walk down in two single file lines until they stretch from the stage to the bottom of the ramp and then stop. They then step off to the side and then turn so they're facing each other. As they stand at attention like soldiers, Logan walks out from the back donning a red wig.

Erin Robbins: Oh god. I just had to reference his tranny phase.

Zach Davis: Good job Erin.

Erin Robbins: How was I supposed to know he was like Beetlejuice?

He begins walking down the ramp, taking his time, every now and then pointing out to a member of the audience and talking trash to them. Logan hits ringside, climbing the ring steps, and getting inside the ring stepping through the middle rope. Logan climbs the nearest turnbuckle, gazes around at all the stupid WCF fans booing at him, and he raises his arm up into the air. After a moment, Logan finally steps down and begins pacing the ring as he waits for Orbit.


The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entrance way and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus piece, and a jewel encrusted cane.

Zach Davis: And here comes the World Champion!

Erin Robbins: Having to defend the World Title just one week before the biggest Ultimate Showdown Match in history has to have Orbit's mind all over the place.

Zach Davis: Well he'd better have it firmly on Logan tonight or he may find himself out of the World Title and out of the Ultimate Showdown Match.

Orbit struts towards the ring, taking plenty of time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ring hand. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips to a huge pop from the crowd. "OR-BIT" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and gives the wig adorned Logan a confused look as he hands the referee the WCF World Title. Kyle Steel comes to the center of the ring and invites both Orbit and Logan to join him.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, to my left, the challenger. Weighing in tonight at 250 pounds, from Chesapeake, Virginia, he is The Face Of Treachery...LOOOOOOOOOOOOGAN!

Polite applause from some of the fans but it's mostly boos from the New Jersey crowd. Logan doesn't seem too fazed by it as he stares into Orbit's eyes. Kyle gives the crowd a moment to settle down before continuing.

Kyle Steel: And to my right, he is the current reigning and defending Wrestling Championship Federation Heavyweight Champion Of The World! Weighing in tonight at 230 pounds, from Oakland, California, he is The Mack....STEVE ORRRRRRRRRRRRBIT!

Mega pop for The Mack but he's too busy staring down Logan to notice. The referee steps forward and holds up the WCF World Title for Orbit, Logan and everyone else to see before handing it off to Kyle Steel. Kyle exits the ring as the referee points for them to head to their corners but both begin jawing at each other. They nearly come to blows before the referee gets between them and pushes them apart.

Erin Robbins: We've got fireworks before the bell!

The referee is having a hell of a time keeping them apart so he just steps back and quickly signals for the bell. Punches start to fly through the air from both Logan and Orbit, some connecting and some missing wildly.


The referee looking like he wants to say something about all the closed fist punches being thrown but he can't get a word in as he has to dance around the ring to avoid being hit by an errant punch. Logan ends up finally backing Orbit against the ropes and alternates between head and body shots as Orbit tries to shove him off. Logan blocks it, throws Orbit's arms to the sides and lays into his chest with a backhand chop.

Crowd: WOOO!

The referee tries to get Logan to back off but Logan lays in with another chop to the chest. Logan now firing off machine gun like chops to the chest of Orbit as the referee starts up his five count. The count hits four and Logan backs off to avoid being disqualified but he gives Orbit no time to breath as he rushes him and hits him with a Bionic Elbow. Down goes the World Champion and Logan immediately gets on top of him for the pin.


Zach Davis: KICKOUT!

Orbit indeed kicking out with a bit of authority as he's able to shove Logan off of him. Orbit trying to sit back up but Logan slaps a sleeper hold on him before he can get to his feet.

Erin Robbins: I can't believe what we're seeing! Logan took over this match before the bell had even finished ringing and Orbit is in serious trouble.

Zach Davis: You may be right.

Orbit with his hands on Logan's arms, trying to pry them off but to no avail. Logan screaming for Orbit to tap out as the referee checks on him. Orbit screams out "No!" as he continues trying to pry Logan's arms off of him, slowly pushing himself upright in the process. Orbit continuing to refuse to tap out as he gets himself all the way up with Logan still holding tight. From out of nowhere Logan leaps up and tries to flip over Orbit.

Erin Robbins: THE CONNECTOR!

Logan gets himself flipped over but Orbit counters and shoves Logan off of him. Logan lands on his feet and turns around right into a Pimp Slap. Big pop from the crowd as a dazed Logan stumbles into a few quick jabs from Orbit before he takes a forearm smash to the face. Logan flops face first to the mat but tries to get right back up. Orbit responds by jumping up and hitting a double stomp to the back that drives him back down. Logan grabs for his back as Orbit grabs his legs and sits down in a Boston Crab. Almost immediately Logan pushes himself up with his hands and begins yelling in agony as Orbit leans back.

Zach Davis: Will Logan tap?

The referee drops down so he's face to face with Logan and asks him. Logan shakes his head no but he's in some obvious pain from the hold as Orbit continues to lean back and put pressure on Logan's lower back. Logan looking to the ropes and they aren't all that far off but to him they must seem miles away. Logan now dragging both he and Orbit as he uses his forearms to inch toward the ropes. Orbit leans back a bit more than before trying to keep Logan from reaching the ropes but it's to no avail as Logan gets his hands on the bottom one.

Erin Robbins: He got to the ropes!

The referee is demanding Orbit release the hold but Orbit isn't relenting. The referee is forced to start up a five count as Logan is screaming for the referee to get Orbit off of him.

Erin Robbins: Why isn't Orbit breaking the hold? GET IN THERE REF!

Zach Davis: After everything said by Logan and the history these two have I'm not surprised to see Orbit trying to inflict major damage on him.

The referee reaches four and is about to call out five when Orbit drops Logan's legs to the mat and stands up. The referee with a little warning to Orbit about respecting the count but Orbit brushes it off as he watches Logan pull himself up using the ropes. Logan pointing at Orbit and screaming for him to be kept back as Orbit motions for him to come get some. Logan not in any rush and Steve decides to help him out, taking a step toward him. Logan quickly exits out onto the apron and drops to the floor, pointing at his head to show how smart he is.

Erin Robbins: And Logan with that veteran intellect, getting the hell out of the ring before Orbit could resume his onslaught.

Logan hanging out by the barricade and apparently ready to take full advantage of the ten count as the referee starts one up. Orbit trying to leave the ring but the referee isn't letting it happen as he holds him back. Orbit finally relents and steps back as the referee yells out five. But then it's Orbit exiting the ring from the opposite side of the ring behind the referee's back. Orbit rounds the corner and Logan takes off. Round the ring they go as the referee restarts his count. Logan slides back in the ring and Orbit soon follows but Logan kicks him in the side of the ribs. Logan now with kick after kick to the side of the ribs as Orbit is flipped over onto his back. Logan quick to go for the pin, hooking the leg.



Zach Davis: KICKOUT!

Orbit with the kickout but Logan shoves him back down for another pin.


Erin Robbins: KICKOUT!

Orbit again with the kickout but Logan again shoves him back down. Logan now mounting Orbit and he lays into him with a forearm across the face. Logan now digging the ball of his elbow into Orbit's face, rubbing it back and forth.

Zach Davis: He's trying to give our World Champion a Pablo Picasso face.

Erin Robbins: Boo. Terrible joke.

Zach Davis: Hey at least I'm trying!

Erin Robbins: Well stop.

Logan stops with the elbow long enough to deliver a pair of forearm shots to Orbit's face before pushing himself up. The referee tries to check on Steve but Logan moves back in and pulls Orbit up to his feet by the head. Logan now shoving Orbit into the corner before unloading on him with a kick to the body. More kicks follow until Logan steps back and lets Orbit stumble forward. Logan from out of nowhere with a backflip...


...and he catches Orbit under the chin with his foot. Orbit sent right back into the corner and it's the only thing keeping him on his feet. The crowd firmly behind Orbit as Logan grabs hold of Orbit and lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle.

Erin Robbins: What's Logan doing here?

Logan now scaling the corner up to the second rope and he pops Orbit in the face with a few jabs before locking up with him. Logan pushing Orbit upright as he takes a step up as well. Both men balancing ever so carefully as Logan sets him up for a superplex. All the fans get to their feet and flashes go off all over the arena as both men come off the top rope and hit the mat.

Zach Davis: My god what an impact!

Orbit took the worst of the impact but Logan is down and in just as much pain. The referee looking back and forth at both men before starting a ten count.

Erin Robbins: Logan had Orbit all but unconscious in the corner but decided to go high risk to make sure Orbit stayed down for a three count. Is that decision going to cost him?

Zach Davis: It might! But Orbit hasn't even moved on the mat so Logan may be okay if he can just get over and pin him.

Logan rolls over onto his side and begins to crawl to Orbit. Logan throws a hand onto his chest.




Erin Robbins: KICKOUT!

The arena explodes as Logan rolls off of Orbit and sits up looking shocked. The referee flashes him two fingers as Logan runs his hands through his hair.

Zach Davis: How in the hell did Steve Orbit kickout after that superplex. He already looked dead on his feet before it.

Erin Robbins: Heart? Perseverance? Instinct? The man is World Champion for a reason, he just doesn't give up.

Logan now pushing himself up to his feet, gingerly holding his back. Orbit is trying to move on his own but Logan grabs him by the head and begins pulling him up. Logan gets him upright and slaps a sleeper hold on him.

Zach Davis: He's going for the Connector again!

Logan flips forward, but Orbit is able to counter by grabbing him and throwing him right over the ropes, spilling him to the outside!

Erin Robbins: Holy shit!

Orbit knows he was THIS CLOSE to losing the World Championship. He shakes his head before climbing out of the ring. Logan is already up and stops Orbit with a vicious right hook. Orbit is sent reeling and Logan grabs him, throwing him into the ring steps. Orbit crashes into them with a sickening THUD.

Zach Davis: Orbit is in dire straights here, he NEEDS to make a comeback. And if anyone can do it, it's the Mack.

Logan grabs Orbit again and goes to throw him into the ring, but Orbit reverses it and sends Logan crashing into the guardrail. Logan stumbles forward and the Mack drops him with a BACKHAND SLAP!

Erin Robbins: There's the Pimp Slap!

No!, Logan ducks it!, Orbit turns..


Logan's foot connects for another Impact Style! Orbit goes down and Logan escapes and rolls back into the ring.

Erin Robbins: Uh, hm, wait a minute. The referee has been counting, and-

He reaches ten. The bell sounds.

Zach Davis: Logan wins! Not how he wanted to, that's for sure, but Logan's pulled off a victory against the World Champion.

The fans boo heavily as the referee raises Logan's arm. Logan himself looks annoyed, taking his arm back and going back out of the ring, apparently refusing to believe the match is over and that he hasn't won the Championship.

Erin Robbins: It's too late, Logan. Don't make Seth send out security.

Logan lifts Orbit up and rolls him back into the ring, and even goes as far as pinning him, hooking the leg. But the referee, obviously, doesn't count. The bell keeps ringing but Logan still won't believe the match is over. He gets up and starts arguing with the referee, who shakes his head, refusing to back down.

Zach Davis: This was the closest Logan has been to the World Championship in quite a while, Erin, so close he could taste it. He's never been the most.. sane.. of individuals, his mind can't take this right now.

Orbit has struggled to his feet. He's behind Logan, and spins the Face of Treachery around.

Erin Robbins: PIMP SLAP!

With that, Logan flies over the top and to the outside! The fans pop for the World Champ!

Zach Davis: Hah! At the end of the day, Steve Orbit is still the World Champion, and he just showed us why! He couldn't stop, he wouldn't give up.

Erin Robbins: But Logan has exposed a chink in his armor, Zach. Orbit may not have lost the belt, but he couldn't beat the Face of Treachery. How's he going to deal with Ultimate Showdown?

Orbit plays to the crowd, as his music plays. He holds up the World title.

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit is heading into historic territory with this World title reign, as far as length. He is currently the fifth-longest reigning champion in company history--

Suddenly, a swarm of WCF superstars rush the ring!

Erin Robbins: Ultimate Showdown is starting early!

Indeed, we have Buddy Roman leading ICE Beckman. We have Nathan von Liebert, Chelsea Black Armstrong, Oblivion, Alex Richards and John Gable, all rushing to the ring. ICE enters the ring first. The crowd boos.

Zach Davis: Orbit is holding the belt, and he may need to use it as a weapon here!

Erin Robbins: Oh, please. What are you, paranoid? They're out here to congratulate him on a successful title defense.

ICE and Steve Orbit are at a stand off. ICE kicks Orbit and and brings him down with a DDT.

Zach Davis: Theres ZMAC! through the crowd!

ZMAC hops the barrier, sliding into the ring and helps out ICE beat down Orbit. ZMAC delivers stiff kicks before picking up Orbit by the arms -

Erin Robbins: Curb Stomp!

Zach Davis: I love me a good ol' fashion beat down but Orbit cant defend himself.

Erin Robbins: We need some help out here. The Vapor Kingz are are mugging the WCF World Champion.

Zach Davis: Sending a message at Ultimate Showdown that Orbit won't be leaving as Champion, if he even makes it to the match.

Just then, Jayson Price runs out from the back, with a chair in hand!

Zach Davis: Just like Price-- come out while Orbit is already down! Of course he'll get in on this beatdown.

Price enters the ring. ICE and Z-MAC nod at him as they look down at Orbit. Everyone else looks on from outside the ring... when Price CRACKS Zombie McMorris with a chair!


Erin Robbins: Oh, please. They're all opponents next week, there are no friends in this ring.

ICE runs towards Price and catches a chair shot to the head. All of the other participants begin to enter the ring.

Zach Davis: This is chaos!

Gable and Chelsea club Jayson Price from behind. The chair is picked up by Alex Richards who begins to hammer the fallen Steve Orbit with chair shots. NvL circles Orbit, watching the beatdown, licking his chops. Price gets to his feet and stands face to face with Oblivion.

Zach Davis: There is trouble a brewin' inside the ring.

Erin Robbins: What do you think WOULD happen when people that are gonna be inside the ring at the next pay per view for The Ultimate Showdown, that are inside the ring, at the same time?!

Zach Davis: Good point! Whoa, it looks like Jayson Price and The Monster Oblivion are about to have some heated words.

The crowd begins to murmur with excitement when Jayson Price slowly approaches Oblivion and exntends out his hand for a handshake. The Monster looks down at Price's hand then at the crowd, then back down at Price's hand and then back at the crowd.



Oblivion slowly puts out IT's hand.

Zach Davis: I don't believe it, The Monster Oblivion is about to shake the hand of Jayson Price.

The crowd: WHOA!!

Erin Robbins: I don't believe it, Oblivion and Jayson Price are actually shaking hands.

Oblivion facial expression changes.

Zach Davis: Wait... WHAT?!

Erin Robbins: No.


Zach Davis: 5150!! 5150 on Jayson Price!! What the Hell is going on?!

Erin Robbins: Hahaha! I told you, no friends inside this ring!

NvL throws more chairs into the ring. He slides into the ring, picking up a chair. Oblivion takes up a chair, as does ICE Beckman. They each take turns CRACKING Orbit with the chair.

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit isn't going to make it to Ultimate Showdown at this rate.

John Gable and Chelsea Armstrong beat down Jayson Price. Chelsea helps set it up, and Gable hits the falcon arrow brain buster.

Erin Robbins: MALTESE FALCON to Jayson Price!

Zach Davis: This has got to be some sort of redemption for Jayson Price. He is right next to Orbit taking a beatdown, rather than helping.

Erin Robbins: Who knows what goes through Price's head. Nothing is going through it right now. Gable just put him to sleep.

Orbit is barely conscious. ICE and Z-MAC take turns hitting him with chairs. NvL swoops in. He pulls Orbit to his feet. And positions him over a pile of several chairs.

Zach Davis: Oh no...

Erin Robbins: STRAIGHT JACKET DROP! Onto the pile of chairs.

Zach Davis: What a heinous assault. There is no need for this.

Erin Robbins: This is the locker room sending a message. They're tired of Steve Orbit's reign, they're tired of Pantheon's dominance. It's time for change, and that change just might come... next week, at Ultimate Showdown.

Steve Orbit and Jayson Price are laid out in the ring. NvL, Oblivion, Chelsea Armstrong, John Gable, Alex Richards, ICE Beckman and Zombie McMorris all put aside whatever differences they may have to pose in the ring, over the two fallen Pantheon members. Slam fades out.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Steve Orbit Segment

Dr. Remus Micayle vs Biohazard

Livewire Segment

Christian Malice vs Rebellion vs Ace Acid vs Mech-Ana vs Lone Borg Drone

Johnny Reb Segment

Anthony Douglas vs Robert Wolf

Biohazard Segment

Ultimate Destroyer Segment

Ultimate Destroyer vs Oblivion

Micayle's Goons Segment

Jordan Caliban/Jordan Ciserano vs Pretty Young Things

Scott Savage/John Gable Segment

Michael Easton/Isaiah Chavis vs Maddog Diamond/Jay Omega

Alex Richards Segment

Seifer Black vs Alex Richards

Waylon Cash Segment

Hyena/Nathan von Liebert/Chelsea Armstrong vs Grayson Pierce/New Confederacy vs Jonny Fly/Jayson Price/Corey Black

Scott Savage/Waylon Cash Segment

Internet Title Match: Zombie McMorris vs Arabella Montgomery

Television Title Match: Waylon Cash vs John Gable

United States Title Match: Marina Valdivia vs ICE Beckman

World Title Match: Logan vs Steve Orbit


Of The Week

Zombie McMorris
Logan vs Steve Orbit



Steve Orbit
Alexander Richards
John Gable
United States:
ICE Beckman
Chelsea Armstrong
Arabella Montgomery
Tag Team:
Team Science